I look forward
To holding you
In warm embrace
Inhaling the seductive fragrance
Of your supple baby-like skin.
To heed the controversial drumming
Of the heartbeats.
Diverting in their separate musical rythm
The wind hesitates not
To caress the tips of the hair
On our skin.
'These two are a happy lot'
The sun shall say,
Showering upon us
Happy rays.
A golden goodness of warmth
Another day of stillness
Meddling in sweet  romance.