To gaze upon your face
in the moonlight
to end my day...
off racing the morrow
to capture the prize of
the coming day...
to see your face again
at first peep,
to see you smile easily
as you slowly rouse from sleep...
weekends are like a garden
beneath a blanket of
winter snow,
you know the beauty is there,
you just have to
wait for it,
the eternity it takes
until I see you again
torments my heart
and is agony for my eyes
not to rest until they glimpse
your stunning beauty once more...
my darling...
