With lythe lips she aspired
To set his heart on fire
Desirable was her name
And her freckles were his shame
She beckoned him with a look
And with her silky skin she took
His heart and made it her own
And once this love had grown
Its ripe fruit flavoured their days
Open and willing in their ways
For this is a tale of two souls
As their glorious story unfolds

In her diaphanous gentle style 
She drew him to her with a smile 
Such that he must admit 
Her soft and sinuous movements 
Made him feel so young and alive 
Was such conception so contrived 
Within a  heart that tender implored 
Oh! Let this love be proven lord 
Until with dignity in her soul
She gave to him the sweetest know 
How she didst truly deeply care 
As her perfect love was everywhere 
Thus in this sphere of sweetest bliss 
She offered forth her hand to kiss

And he in sweet nectar dreams
Found euphoric beautied schemes
As dressed in chiffon gowns she came
like the bluebird must return again
When orange blossom in summer hue
Swell the buds of love for you
And quietly we go hand in hand
Provide to each where dogwoods stand
An orchid love so beauteous there
A fervour unto one so pure and fair  

So thus in cosmic wondrous dreams
Beyond the dawn of this love
In bountiful joy we found ourselves
Recumbent amongst the flowers that bloom
Yearning still as hearts allow
Supple limbs within this room
White silken skin I touch in you 
Loving you in twilight's gloom
Endlessly yearning just that you love me too

Kathy Lockhart and Michael Meddings
6/14/07