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