First Embrace
Oh lover, fair with moonlit eyes
For you my heart sore aches
With depths of passion yet untapped
By mortals, love to make.
Your silken hair of fire gold
Your eyes of twilight blue
Have put to shame the star-lit night
In beauty next to you.
Oh lover of my waking thoughts and
Dreams that come by eve
Come to me now my love, my soul
Grant this heart reprieve.
These gentle lips do for you wait
These hands to show you grace
Will cause us never to forget this night
Our first embrace.
~Christopher Thor Britt
Copyright © Christopher Thor Britt | Year Posted 2013
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