What hands have held my face, to stare into my soul?
What lips have breathed a lifetime of my kisses stole?
What voice has whispered me my truth, my secrets sealed untold?
What arms have held me in a haven, my broken heart consoled?
What legs have walked a million miles to cross my sacred threshold?
What heart has answered the siren’s song our bindings to behold?
What worth is placed on eternal devotion, more valuable than gold?
What gifts be given to thine own true love, from youthful glow to old?
That’s beautiful. I wish I had cause to say such things.