A Lover's Tale

To find a sweeter song to sing

Then loves pure grasp in which I am caught

Would stand too far for eye to see

Beyond the stars which wise men taught

The flowers of all beauties field

If picked and set in just one room

Could not fulfill one ounce in sight

Of what I see in your heavenly bloom

To hear the song the sparrow sings

Is but a dross and wilted sound

For from your lips in moments said

An angelic chorus I have found

Each time I leave your sight and touch

Is like the death that cannot end

I hold in mind your lips and smell

And await the touch of my best friend

For I would crawl to Saturn’s rings

And further to only hear you say

Those three little words from your lips divine

From eternity on, each and every day

December 30th, 2006