For oft on dreams or memory
Your beauty borne like life to me.
I feel upon some fragrant breeze
Your touch, so gentle, soft, a tease.

I see Dame Venus, Rising, Morn
Alive, Fresh, Vibrant, this day's Dawn.
Does Angel song now fill the air?
If I could but look, I do not dare!

Were I the Stream in hot cascade
Rivulet, Runnel, twining tracks made
Along soft contours of your skin
To touch the Love I feel, within.

Were I the towel that wraps you Dear
Again to feel your heat, and near
Or even hold your fresh washed hair
Forever I could hold you there.

Some day I Shall, Like Morning's Shower
Share with you Love, this morning's hour
Not as a voyeur, slyly peeking
But your Lover, with heart beating.