How do pictures of the past move me still?
Inside I can hear her voice call through time
I stare out of clouded memories sill
Though clear as ever she shines in my mind

She moves in a way never seen before
Words of sin are on the tip of the tongue
And I dive into the oceans of yore
We swam happily along; love’s song, sung

Simple is the way it presents itself
Like an all powerful magnetism
An attraction so great ‘can’t be withheld
Nor would I want to withhold earth’s chasm

And patiently I await without her mirth
Anon, love geysers out the chasm of birth