Before the waking hour of morning Sighs,
Before the Moonspun night undoes her hair,
Between the shades of Winsome darkness lies
The blushing rose of Passion’s Touch, so Fair;
Upon Your cheek as youth’s most Handsome Glow;
Within Your gaze Aflame with Tender Hue;
Upon Your lips where honeyed words Enthroned
Spin magic, Oh So Sweetly to Undo!
Unspoken, this True Sentiment is Treasure;
Untouched, this Yearning waits with brazen sighs;
No exclamation loud could closely Measure
The Longing of this heart that softly cries!
Apart from Thee All breaths are hollow Splendor;
Yet In Your Arms each gasp Precious Surrender!
Exquisite Original Music ‘Remember Me’ by Thomas Bergersen