These quiet moments by your side
Above all doubt, above all pride
Heads here bent, and arms entwined
Drinking all from the divine
These soft words spoken end of day
that wash all fear and pain away
A touch of silk or softest hand
as fellow travellers we stand
Such words of love are quite obscure
We can’t articulate the pure
well of emotion, it is here
Like memories found this time of year
My soul begins and ends with you
There is no wish or task to do
No risk to lose or misconstrue
The flame of passion burns us through
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved




