THE ROOM
Such intensity in our room
In the glimmer of the moon.
Warm breath prompts bells to peal.
Hopeless, forlorn feelings heal.
Soft words blend a lovely tune,
Wafting echoes of yon loon.
Gooseflesh stirs in love so real.
Only thee can speak it best.
Softly whisper on my chest.
Spare my more oft' lonely fate,
Let somber grief lie-in-state.
Send thy voice, entreat I thee.
Speak, my love, so soft to me.