Years
f I ever experience flight,
or being held in your arms all night,
then I will know true freedom.
I know not now of what power you have over me?
Is it your sweet gaze? Your words? Your Skin?
Or is it your heart? Soul? Mind?
With you my desire is not hard to find.
You come into my life, and then you go.
Beauty and Grace such as yours,
again I must know.
Years it might seem create a separation,
for years it is before me came your creation.
Now to some that may seem like much,
but to me that is not such.
-JMS
