Poetry

Oh lover, fair with moonlit eyes
For you my heart does ache
With depths of passion yet untapped by
Mortals, love to make
  
Your silken hair of fire gold 
Your eyes of twilight blue
Have put to shame the star-lit night in beauty
Next to you

Oh lover of my waking thoughts and 
Dreams that come by eve
Come to me now my love, my soul and
Grant this heart reprieve
  
These gentle lips do for you wait 
These hands to show you grace
Will cause us never to forget this night
Our first embrace

                           ~Christopher Thor Britt