SPEAK TO ME OF LOVE AND MORE

When I first looked at you, I saw something special; I saw something

special With you, in you, and between us. When I first looked at you, I

felt something special; When I first looked at you, I was special— We

were special. So answer me and strip free The truth of your presence

coming; Is your image the echo of my ideal? Speak to me of such and

more: Through eyes bright like candles’ glow And unarming smiles of

coy around the Tenderness of lips so virgin and pure; Through natural

beauty untouched by False disguise and spiritual energy so Flowing to

the talents of your future’s call; Through the life of movement so

confident Yet modestly unartificial and true. Speak to me of such by

more: Is this first parting’s sweetness a passing Dream to keep? Is it the

inspiration of the Inspirer’s design To know you once in passing, or will

privilege Be destiny’s desire to look once more upon the