A Love Poem

Beloved, turn off the lights; speak to me; Is your heart to be evermore my own, does my name slip from your lips silently... content, that I should need ne'er more to moan. ~ Beloved, watch close loves acquainted eyes; reflections holds no secrets from within. For the souls bidding eyes will ne'er tell lies, remember, doubt not… your want is my sin. ~ Beloved, wilt thou walk with me through dreams, come lay with me as if I were dying? Kiss my mouth, give me water from your stream; listen love...the voice of the rain’s crying. Loves lives through winters cold, summers fire, though daybreak begins, as the night retires.