Darling
Darling,
rose of my eye.
I love you.
The springs are all stopped in my heart
until you loose them
with a word or a look
rising into the well of my soul.
Then I cherish
your eyes and the blossoms of your breath
like no other,
as never before,
and each time again, yet more.
How is it possible?
Will you answer?
With your eyes? Your mouth?