Oh, my Love, how can I with simple words

describe fervour so tender and so strong?

that urgently longs to torrent, to storm,

bestow a thousand kisses and prolong

euphoric moments in your arms... and when...

calm comes – the lull that heralds contentment

of limbs entwined, sated and inseparable -

then Peace will celebrate two lovers, spent.

~

Lifelong. My love will be enduring, you

have my bond, won't countenance abjuring,

for beyond the feverish delirium

of flesh, lie the fields of Elysian; 

yet... were I to die, I'd not rest... bereft

of you in after life, I'd be wretched.