Were I to love you yet never speak that word,
or touch your lips in the spiritual
secrecy of soul-mates as essence harmonized
I pray that you would come to know
Were I to smile yet never gaze upon your face
or hold you in my dreams in such
compelling caress that I drank of you
I pray that you would come to know
If I embraced the breeze that kissed your cheek
in sensual tingle-tease of ecstasy
to tantalize and tempt you towards me
I pray that you would come to know
How very much I love you
(c) Stella Armour
