You Are

Your love is the reason that Poets write
By slight of hand in the darkest night
Encased by silence, blinded by light
Shadows of stillness, heart full o' light
Your love is the reason that Poets write

And of this you give a true heart felt
By hands unfold their softness pelt
Of grace and love, pain that's dealt
In your eyes, my body does melt
And of this you give a true heart felt

Passion of love; Nights ever-lasting
Dreams of lust, gone, by the casting
To the east, and west, good-bye to the passing
Estranged Euphoria, chance of lasting
Passion of love; Nights ever-lasting

Bound by eternity, bodies entwined
No greater love could either find
Than that which we share in body and mind
No love could be more gentle, nor more kind
Casting all others so far behind