What beauty lies in
the summer of your heart?
So much that the fire of
the world dies away and
another day be morrow.
The bone-flesh of bodies
loses all reason when
challenged by thine simple smile.
Words from thine heart
cause loss of reason to mortality.
Those whose love ends
with parting words, "goodbyes,"
never know love's meaning:
eternal comfort, care,
and the end to solitude.
