Tender lips, mercy's sweet.
Harbinger of my soul - incomplete!
Why does my heart, transpose content.
When miles from all, our focus is bent.

My heart content, flies in distant land
where delight abides your stalking plan.
Loving me tender, with thought uppermost
& I within you, as your eternal ghost:

For promise kept, is eternal love's gain.
No envy has power to mark it slain.
For two shall be one, as in bonds of bliss
& none can rent asunder where might has kissed.
My heart; its soul thanks your remorse - so true.
In heart we are one; that part has never been as two.

27 December, 2000