Someday love

Someday love, When these hands Will run down your face I’ll trace a pattern You should find Most lovely Our embrace Hover Above me When that day comes And my sorrow Knows an end When you are my love, My friend, The doldrums All will long Have left me And the cleft Upon your chin your eyes Your modest grin Bereft me Of all loneliness! I wish that day Was not So far Away Mark Burton Thursday, October 20, 2005, 12:23 A.M.