Together

Thine eyes are pools,
Of deep blue compassion.
Mirrors to a realm 
Of perfection and majesty

I could hold ye,
For a hundred years or more
And never be weary,
Of thee touch or thine eyes.

To be within thine arms
Is to have a goddess behold me.
Yet to ne’er be near ye
Is torture upon a pure mans soul.

If one wish I were to make,
Twould be to be with ye
Through life longs happiness
Til the end of eternity

			Jim Aman