The Innocence of Time
When I measure the love I hold for her,
Quiet reflections in soft sweet wonder.
When all I might know I become sure,
Desire responds an incomplete picture.
While in the sounds of breeze upon day
the rattle of coverings in full sway,
the light of mourning peeks inside
tears were streaming now settled aside.
I do only want her peace in brown eyes
I will in society my love in disguise
Cherish each memory in hopes regain
Her touch, lips, sounds in gasps again.
For the wide expanse of mind is fantasy
I will to know further our love is privacy.