Darling, you are my gift, my treasured gold.
I braved pain once that our joy might reach crest,
So, now for said joy’s passion, answer bold
amour's question born from my heart’s own chest:
As love’s keen ache, will you crave me with zest?
No words trite on this sentiment may lay.
Just love words eloquent may our love say.
Such happy promise dances to please us
As Cupid’s quest quivers are aimed your way:
Will my bliss know your shot of lust, kissed thus?
... CayCay Jennings
January 15, 2017