I awake in gentle arms
and in the gaze of deepest eyes.
There�s something there that�s new, alive
A love I�m unaccustomed to.
The kind found only in stars,
in melodies, in masterpieces.
How can I respond?
Words would crumble
Under such a burden.
A smile would not shine
quite bright.
Love is too simple-
for a poet.
It is understood only
by children.
So I pray...
That tomorrow I wake
in gentle arms,
and time find me to be
A child.