"Of Love - Unhindered"

He would be glad to have only a touch—
Yet a kiss! Oh, a kiss!
And to lie, bodies entwined—
Oh, but for that he would give a life!
And more, perhaps, if he owned it!
And she, the tragic beauty that belies
All fault of untouched roses in the spring,
Would dare to crave the touch of his sweet hands
With all the lust of newly op'ning buds
For sunlight in the shadows of the branches of great trees.

The hands, the cheek, lips—neck!—
Naught more
To bathe within that sweet caress—
Stained glass kissed by the waves upon the shore

One hoped to ‘scribe the tie within—without
The knowledge of the why; from whence ‘tis come—
Passionate as the brightest evening star
Pierced the velvet sky of deepest blue,
Shone as the sun while the moonflow’r retreated
From its heav’nly glow,
Burned as the flame,
Cooled as the stream,
Melted as a whisper in to dream.



[[All credit to Bassoon for lines 4 and 5. xD]]