When I finally heard your voice; move softly, as summer southbound breeze, I was whelmed by comfort and all toil was put at ease.
Your countenance, an ever-calming expansive shadow in a day of rising heat. A mystic tree, crowning canopy, basking in retreat.
A man hadn’t known the cords of love, until hearing them in your voice. Uttered rich like music, peals of thunder, yet gentle as perching dove.
There was no arching quest for love, or dying plea to make a choice. But mighty tide that pulled away and kept us in it’s sway.
The first thunderous kiss quite rapturous; sprung on every nerve, tingled rich with seismic touch, experienced on every curve.
Love’s crave well-paid, an ardent fire could not be quenched. Both satisfied now in unity and resting within it’s clinch.