It's said that passions always fade with time,
And fervor,with the end of courtship, dies,
But you possess a beauty so sublime,
Desire will glisten ever in these eyes.
No month, nor year, nor age, could bring an end
To want inspired by love for true love's sake.
If breath remains so must the will to wend
the path back to your arms your gifts to take.
Renewed with each remembrance of your scent
My need to know your touch endures unchecked,
And fueled by each sweet tryst together spent,
It blooms from feelings founded in respect.
True passion never finds its roots in lust
But grows from seeds secured in care and trust.