What do you do when it's
unending love?
When it's everything you've ever
dreamed that it
was

and the romance
is growing
the loneliness
slowing
and a glance is completely
enough?

What do you do when it's
downright desire
and you're held in the line
of your lover's hot fire

and the passion's
invading
seclusion is
fading
each birdsong is a
lover's choir?

How do I tell him that
he is above
that he's sweet and he's darling
and more than enough

without
offending
that my worship's
unending
and that I'm so
helplessly
in love.