The Moments We Choose
The pleasure distilled from those hours spent
Seep down to my heart and soul ever pent
So that all the night my eyes might endure
Thy supple form and softly sweet demure
What ails a man might thou proffer cure
Thou art what makes a man love the lure
And would take thy hand as his and withal
His heart giveth to thee as would a thrall
By the rim of the lake the cherry blossoms fall
By the rim of the lake I confess all
My love beams like the sun upon the lake crystal clear
This moment will remain for me, timeless and dear
And whence I wake a part of me remains here
Where honesty and dream dwell free of fear
For whence I wake, I know thou wilt not be here
And though thy suffering has ended,
Avails me little cheer
Sorely I miss thee
And wish thou wert here
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