Once amidst lifetimes ago, adoration rose above all else leaving us most satisfied.
To nature’s waning, waking cleverly in masculine arms protected from days break.
Slow movers we were then, care not in the great wide world as liars lay bound in bed.
Loving for loves sake, as if anything else coexisted in minds distracted by sweet words.
“I love you to the moon back,” on breath from soft lips with gentlest smile made.
Thoughts of forever parading in dreams of youth long-lost to a much older age.
Memories of true love, this soul takes to heaven and once again is held in masculine arms.