Your love is Spring’s first breath
fragrant on gentle healing hands,
gifting me energy: the will to live.
Your kisses upon my lips are feathery
as leaves drifting in late Autumn.
Your love enfolds my heart
like dew in crystal cascades.
Winter reflects in your eyes,
snowflakes melt on your face.
Your skin is warm
like the Summer sun,
and when you touch me,
new ardours flare.
The moon pulls us together
thrusting away tensions,
moving energy as waves
of emotion through our veins.
You are the breath of Spring.
The kisses of Autumn.

TOBIAS