It’s now, it’s in this moment; No hallowed existence savours more. What mind brazed with the rigours of aesthetic strife, Pursuing a perfect prize of lonely absolution, Could hope to know love such as this? Would Bliss outshine this divine kiss of lovers’ eyes?
Our shared smiles but hint At a deep glory of eternal rapport, Distilled mutually into a second’s instant knowledge. Our touch is immune to the angry anguish of age. There’s no end to original beauty. What personal passion could fashion with such quality?
Three words of towering strength Whispered wilfully into warm ears Sears excitement into hearts melded with desire. In life is any goal higher than knowledge of this? Where impermanence has no meaning We will live gently to give tenderly of ourselves.