The Fragrance of Love

When the love-light lies

With a passionate fire shall lit your eyes.

And in them, I shall gaze,

wondering if I should escape your maze

When you silently approach and seat

In a fond embrace shall I listen to your heartbeat;

In every melody and in every little scar

I could finally let the door to my heart ajar.

if thy love is the essence for me to breathe,

if thy touch is the cure for me to not bleed,

then clasp me close in your warm arms,

and let me enjoy every one of your charms

In being together, speaking little, perhaps not a word

In your presence, I could catch the fragrance of love