"The Words Of Lesser Souls Are Mere Shadows On
The Face Of Love's Timepiece; There Is No
Difference Between True Lovers -- Not Even Time."
There is no diff'rence posing in between
our bodies, source of mortal sense and love.
It's you, who brought me all, and stayed to prove
deep love is fact, and not mere idle scene.
Life's sodden parts (from old tears) were unseen,
each lay alone, apart, afraid to move,
or to re-gather and new body prove
My dreams were plans, and now they form Love's scene.
Worth more than a million years of "what might be",
is one full second closely holding you.
My whole heart opens for your luscious needs
and finds your blossom, and sups gorgeous dew,
sends root again, again in you from me.
Love grows its galaxies from stars as seeds.