© 1993

Lo! She once again to me
Approaches with deliberate speed.
In her eyes, in her heart,
In her soul- in her love.

Amongst mortar and stone,
Yet also amongst the young spring,
Out of a dark grey crevice
A sheepish flower smiles.

Oh to hold her warm body
Against mine, to laugh and weep
In joyous peace-
In burning love.

Her perfect body so near draws,
A sweet, sweet fragrance floods the air.
The once so-droll room
Is tranformed to a splendour.

Oh to hold her for eternity,
Our souls locked in agonising ecstacy.
We are as one, we are alike-
We are apart, she must go.

But so quick a return she will
And the glory world she doth fill
Yet within a crevice so long forgot
The drying petals of a flower lie to rot.