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