I am not in love with you yet,
But how so close I feel your breath.
The touch of your lips on my neck,
And the sweat on my palms off your back.

I grasp your hands over your head,
And freeze at the depth of your eyes.
As I feel your body tilting,
While mine begins melting.

If this be my purpose found,
I shall gladly believe in thy Heavenly abode.