I wish it were you
With whom my heart flew
Whose contours I drew
When love would ensue
Whose tender touch
Marked wet skin
And whose blood lips
Yearned for a caress
Whose sun-streaked hair
And eyes of honey
Kissed the soul
With a touch of heaven
Whose comfort I’ll never feel
Whose pain I’ll never know
Whose wishes I can’t fulfill
Whose scent will fade
Into death with her love