Between the lines are our thoughts,
i reread them before i repose .
I dream of vigils that we lovers keep,
while all night long, I waking sign your name.
The tender sound does every nerve inflame.
Imagination shows me all your charms.
So adorable is your sparkling eye.
Love could you see my heart,
How fond, how true, how free from fraudful to explain
The eager wish, which through my very blood and soul I feel,
Which you cannot believe nor I reveal,
Which every metaphor must render less
And yet which I could well express
between sheets while we merge.
As our souls reach out as we endulge.
Maureen Lermer 24.04.17