Soft hair blows across her face.
A sheen on excited skin emanates.
Bottomless eyes reflect attraction.
Immeasureable beauty pulls his attentions.
No equal can be found in any race.
Rowdy laughter never showed such grace.
No attempt to veil love's
drunkenness passes between them.
Childlike innocence is reborn.
Bonds of affection grow with each word.
Distance does not diminish emotional ties.
Smiles cannot be beaten from the faces of lovers.
And yet loneliness creeps behind her.
Parting lets in the pain and emptiness.
She must caress herself to sleep.
He does not lie beside her in the morning.
The memories of his kind voice ring
throughout her scattered thoughts.
When will this illicit love be sanctified?
Recognized by official decree?
Will God grant union to wayward love?