Whose are these diamond eyes that my own have caught,
peering back at me in this late winters eve?
Whose is this soft gentle touch within my hand,
do I hold close with great ease in this late winters eve?
Where is this, the sound of heaven my ear has caught
that are so lovely and true cast across the way,
as I sit here with these mysterious eyes, and a touch
like an angle right here in this late winters eve?
Who do these red soft lips belong to that mine
connect with, only part for a moment to catch a breath,
in this late winters eve?
whose body, is this that lies caressed within my arms
upon this bed as we stare into each others eyes and take
that step into heaven as we embrace each other
throughout the night in this late winters eve?
Feb. 11, 2004
"For love and companion or friendship and hate?
What will it become when you have it right in front of
you?"
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