Whisper into thine ear,
The words of morrow.
"I love thee;
'Though my eyes fall short of sight,
Thou art not hard to envision.
Just there upon the end of mine eyelids,
Thou danc'st and thou smil'st,
'Twas my sole intent to seal them.
And whilst they rest thy voice gives life
To the dance- the smile.
I'll trade nothing o'er thee.
Behind this scene, I am coy.
Yet still, I will press my lips unto thyself,
The very gates to a breath of heaven.
'Tis this deed that shatters me whole,
One kiss- one taste- to claim my soul.
Was thine all along- along with these-
Words of morrow;
I love thee."