Love Echoes
As embers fade to night upon the grate,
Your gentleness lifts your hand to my face,
Our senses yearn although the hour is late,
And the cold night air cannot know this place.
The softest kiss begins our love’s dictate,
Every touch echoes feminine grace,
As embers fade to night upon the grate,
Your gentleness lifts your hand to my face.
The rest of life must now just simply wait,
For now is ours, in our own time and space,
The time our hearts can freely integrate,
No need to run and no more need to chase
As embers fade to night upon the grate,
Your gentleness lifts your hand to my face.
Form: Rondel Prime
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