She thinks I haven't seen
felt nor known her heart
that weighs every moment
deep upon its soft form
and dreams out upon
Those soft flowing beds of love.

She thinks not I see
the sparkling heavens
that gird her eyes
when they look deep into mine
Nor the smile that fills her soul
When she walks with me.

She pretends away
the dream that holds her so
Awakens her to every cherished moment.
Till she's by my side
laughing the days contentment
holding to the feelings
That pump as sure the blood that flows.

She thinks not
and therefore it cannot be,
as if her mind can control
what truly make her whole,
She longs again
where my form pressed upon hers
leads her mind and heart away
begs her deep her wanting plea
And there upon the moment finds my lips.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph