Eternity

Eternity is what I feel,
Time has become surreal,
My love, he is not here.
Oh! I evoke and hold dear,
His every enunciation,
Of spoken articulation,
Forever between the times,
Waiting to read his lines,
My breath it does abate,
In anticipated debate.

Hoping to contend,
Perhaps even ascend,
In spoken reverie,
With each and every
Word he may bespeak,
That brings me to a peak.
I long to capture,
The everlasting rapture,
The blessed eternal bliss,
Of my true love's deepest kiss.

December, 2002