Soft-cradled in the afterglow, you gaze at me with shining eyes,
and whisper...
"Will you always love me?..."
and l smile, soft... secretly.
That sweetly subtle trap where many fall, if they are so unwise
to say:
"Of course l will..."
"You know l will..."
perhaps, too hurriedly.

No matter, that one truly means it... what the Lady longs to hear
are all the words, perhaps, thought cissy...
straight from out a Mills and Boon;
"Without You, life is, but pale shadow..."
"Life itself, is not so dear
to me, as You will ever be..."
soft counterpoint to Love's sweet tune.

No matter what my thoughts might whisper;
heart thoughts always, will be true.
And, so...
l look into your eyes, and listen to my heart awhile;
Far easier, to forget to breathe...
than a moment spent not loving you;
but, then... you knew that all the while, my love;
l see it in your smile.

So, here it is, that Empathy again...
it is no great surprise.
She falls in love, through words She hears...
Men fall in love...
but, through their eyes.