The Wonder of Love
Oh to have your sweet hand in motion,
a soft head rest upon my shoulder,
Oh to know a night sky draws our passion,
while we cherish only time together.
We talk in patterns of delight, the absence
of anxiety gives freedom toward love
While my lips do touch your sensual sense
a hand, yours true, will like a silk glove
Touch my heart, I am a man whose wound
imagination begins with her sweet smile,
A place he thought fantasy now has found
him in laughter, a soft reckoning erstwhile.
We live each day this way without question
our lives in balance, thorough in admiration.