How beautiful thou are to me, when your eyes do blaze with fire...
When your heart it beats a thrilling tune, and your passion never tires.
The tingle of your fingertips, as they dance upon my skin...
We dash down from the mountaintop, and start the climb again.
You move me like a ship at sea, with waves that crest and fall...
Sweet release, like voices spent, that echo down the halls.
Where are thou from, and who am I , to savor your sweet lips...
You stop my questions with your eyes, and the touch of fingertips.
Blessed are the waves of love, that crash upon my mind...
and I shall love you all the more, from now till the end of time.
October 14, 2002
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