AMOUR

My love, there is no measure for my feelings that transpire. I know that deep inside of me they build a raging fire. Each little touch or whisper sets off a tremoring wave, That shakes each quivering particle, my body to enslave . So how can I endeavor to think about today, When every waking part of me is in such a disarray. Tomorrow many not come again for I cannot endure The all consuming aftermath of your grandeous Amour..... Written By Cindy