Hypnotised eyes are lost in dreams of love
So perfect the heart rules the mind thereof
The senses yearn in flames that burn too much
And realms of fantasy are all too real
Is this love beyond reach and out of touch?
Enchanted by perceptions of pleasure
Where mundane thoughts become an intense heat
Imaginings feel that forbidden treasure
Inviting the heart to skip one more beat.
But if love is something pure, something sweet
The soul will delight in all it can feel
As yearnings yield to that intimate touch
For the heart demands to meet its measure
In declarations that speak only love.
© JG Farmer 2014