Holding on to you
so tight - a dream.
Unable to part
with this love,
My joy is endless.

On life’s  path ahead,
all I can see is,
myself  with you.
Let  Winter winds
blow cold...

...come Spring
They’re old
and we are new.

Missing you:
knowing of
your  sensual
accomplishments,

Surely we will
become reunited,
until then
this  love
will grow
truly,
eternally.

TOBIAS