Spring is a little late, this year... for April's close approaches now.
The Dog-Rose in the hedge beyond... yet only now, begins to blush
her softly delicate, pink glow; so like the sensual, rising flush
that warms you; stroking throat and cheek, as we make love...
soft, gentle... slow.

We kiss, beneath the curtain of your hair...
a cloud... pale silken... Gold,
where, secretly, our tongues entwine as we caress with fingertips.
Such warm and perfumed, honey-softness; sweet delight, round me enfolds,
and, I soft, drown... deep, in your eyes; enchanted by your nectar lips.

For me, You are The One, for whom a lifetime may be thrown away
in searching...
knowing She is there, and yet, condemned to never meet.
You hold my heart soft, in your hand...
my Journey's end... I am complete;
Love of my life, Heart of my heart... I love you, more than words can say.

And, deep within the secret reaches of my heart, insistently
You whisper, soft...
"I am The One... you know I am...
it's Me! It's Me!"