How may I speak of you?
With words removed from cliché.
Into my breath you pass through,
breathing words of virgin amouré.

Distant you’re a glow in a sombre air,
your clarity breaking night.
I approach to see what’s there,
and my soul flutters to flight.

In my eyes that hold yours -I wonder,
of what for me you’ll hold.
Pregnant in future’s hope I ponder,
my true desires unexposed.