Let me trace the features of thy face,
Memorize each little place mine fingers
grace …

If only I could inhale deeply, breathe in
thy scent and drown in intoxication.
Would that be such a sin?

Me thinks not …

O’ to taste thy lips, the sweetest kiss to send
the soul floating, over the edge into bliss! Now,
that would be heaven, level seven.

The longing of one’s soul, tis deep and sad, yet
at the same time full of the grandest happiness.

Dance in the rain, stargaze through the leaves …
Let not this dream end! But let thy soul embrace
the sweetest of passions, entwine as one and
soar upon the wings of Love.

Thy eyes, thy soul, thy heart … all that is thee.
This heart craves to know thee.