From the dew of morning
until the last goodnight;
You are the fire of my passion
and the breath of my desire

You fill me with the hunger
of your presence
only to sate my thirst
with your dark eyes

When you walk away
the flame burns dimmer
waiting only for your return

In my thoughts and in my dreams
you tread with sensual design

Your grace of form holds sway
to the pounding of my heart

As you breathe
and laugh with pleasure
I hear the music
of your soul in my ears

In calm meditation
and impassioned longing
tenderness guides my steps
to you, my Dearest Love