the provocative shape of her mouth
in candlelight her dark eyes gold
I felt the weight of endless verse
more than my heart could hold
prose and passion grab at me
and hold with their allure
addicted to the written word
a habit I\'ve no need to cure
my thoughts were tethered back
by the memory of her touch
breathtakingly beautiful wearing only
candlelight ,
it was all too much
the wild mountain scent of her
and the meadow flowers fuse
if your quarrel is with fate
you know you\'re bound to lose
a soft waft of perfume
lingers over this tender night
I have no quarrels, no regrets
as I lay replete in candlelight