I loved you, from, the very start,

Your golden smile, and your crystal heart,

Your eyes of green and moonbeam skin,

Your lips red rose, and of passion within.

Even now, I look back, and smile,

And dream, of dreams,

For a long while,

And look, and hope,

You there, as thus,

A woman I loved, and still surely, must.

Does it befall us?

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Or am I alone,

To see all these visions,

And call them my own.

Ever and anon,

Nay, more than oft,

My senses, compel me,

To feel for your touch.

They are but memories,

That fleet like the sun,

Each day retiring,

But in the morn, again, come.

And with them the warmth,

That encompasses whole,

The light of one’s being,

The light of one’s soul.

And when I awake,

And find you not there,

I curse that my love,

Be ever, in despair.

I long, but to hold you,

And in truth, still perceive,

That the times that we cherished,

Live on, endlessly.

We have only one life,

And much do we see,

From, beginning to end,

An endless, spinning wheel.

But you are that one thread,

That weaves me, still now,

And the tapestry that is woven,

Is sacredly empowered.

From morn until sunset,

From night until day,

From summer till autumn,

Through winter’s cold rays.

I will always love you,

Like the rites of spring,

A never ending, celebration,

Of love, with no sin.

To you, my bejeweled,

And to no one else,

Let these words be the harbinger,

Of my love’s eternal wealth.