Dripping wet, were we first met, defying fate,our destiny delivering us from our life's deepest, captious myriad.
Joined in a picturesque indulgence that
delivers onto us, excruciating feelings
that goes beyond sexuality,and that of a fleshy shell.
What we have is much more beautiful
than that which has ever been written,
that has ever known a sheet of virginal
white, with flawless patterns of black.
Beneath the steel-gray skies, more
stately than any curt little café,
aloft the birds which sing our song,
is where we first made love.
Two beings joined for life with just
a sigh, and a few carved words that
shall forever remain, in this park's
domain and our memories stay true ,
like our love for each other.
**© Copyright 2005 Heather Kaer All rights reserved. **