Her love pursued, like the dampness of
the morning dew.
She often questioned, but I’d never bother
but brought more spark and reason to be pursued.
The gloss in her eyes shined bright, much
like the start and the moon.
My touch would raise her temptations—
she was never hesitant against it.
To contemplate of such difficult task, was
like finding love but not making it last.
These words here, these words here that you hear
tonight, are spoken by heart and written down
by mind. (more…)