Words come as but crumbs from the table
While in arms they rock and cradle,
To the early hours of morning time,
A heartbeat missed in a moment’s rhyme,
As lovers kissed where love’s no crime.

As resistance dies who must lead,
In sinew’d guise and burning need,
The passions rise that bring the seed,
The lovers’ lot in disarray,
As yielding hot to touch and sway.

Night to day to see the light,
In heaven’s way is the lovers’ plight,
Temptations soar washed and cloaked,
Emotions raw now evoked,
Through love’s door a life is woke’d.

A mystery deep a mystery still,
The road is steep but strong of will,
No turning back to others way,
No courage lack to bark dismay,
No mourning’s black to mark the day.

Goodbye old love, you’re always near,
Salvation’s dove an escape from fear,
In hope to mend a furrowed brow,
In action, deed and words endow,
That love is all and all is now….