four short letters fail to capture
that which we who wander our days
with hearts of glass melting within
construe as an endless devotion
love is finding you at the bottom
of my cup of tea, on the book's next page
in every sunset and sunrise, minutes
closer to the next time's touch
colors gleam brighter, sun kisses
more than objects lying in ordinary sight
hearts beat with faster urgency
my destiny is written in footsteps before me
shelter me in your world-righting embrace
leave behind tears of the past, all is now
you are the breath that lies nearest
a song never forgotten plays on