You once were true. I was your only one . . .
With no more than the fierce beating of my heart as your signal,
you would hasten deliciously into my presence and cherish me
as none other.
You were so sweet, so delectable.
Those consumed with envy styled you a villain, an embodiment
of carnal pleasure let flow, yet you delicately removed the
shackles upon my heart.
You, sweet savior, have become my liberator.
Your glance, your touch, your kiss have revived me . . . my window
has e'er since been ajar that you might float through on wings of desire, lighting softly
Upon my chamber floor. . . .
(to be continued)