Though I hold you in my arms my bride,
And I can feel you tremble with my touch.
In my arm’s embrace,
Your ungathered hair tumbled as such.
The breeze whispers your name my angel,
The sky asks nothing and leaves you free.
One who was so distant came so near to me,
And still nearer when the moment drifted away from me.
We two meet once, all time lost,
To the warmth of your skin.
Of your touch, all those kisses on your arms,
My lips on your hands as I have seen.
Hand in hand we merged,
No word upon our lips.
I lose my way among your smell,
From you there is nothing else to keep.
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