She wrapped her arms around me.
Stroked me softly on the cheek.
When she kissed my lips, tenderly,
I felt my knees grow weak.
She glared at me in mock surprise,
When I whispered I love you.
Gazed upwards with her slate grey eyes,
Saying, �tell me something new�.
�I love you like a canyon river,
Gorging caverns wide and deep.
And when the moon is but a sliver,
You rule my dreams whilst we sleep.
I�d gallantly fight with my last breath.
For without you I�d welcome my own death.
Brian Bressler � 2004