Thoughts On My Lover

In this world have I found such bliss as when in my lovers arms or from her kiss? But much more is she than that to me. Her tender voice, her patient ear, much more than beauty, those are what draw me near. Beauty? Yes, she has in droves and with her I desire to walk among the groves admiring all natures charm whilst gently holding her in my arm. To walk without her I cannot bear, she is my life, my air. When this mortal life is spent and from the earth I am rent, may those still living join in chorus to sing of our love glorious.