For L.



“No more sad refrains,” is the joyous message,
that comes soft and proud from your eyes.
“Put those sad songs away,” I am told,
by the languid warmth of your arms.
“Sing to me of joy,” is whispered
by your intricate tapestry of kisses.

For this time, all too brief, I leave behind
the lonesome lament, the dampness of eye
and the cold trembling of cheek.

For this time, all too brief,
I gather blossom, make gifts of my words
And lose myself,
wrap myself,
in your love.