My day’s efforts are done, you’re with me at last
You kneel before me, eyes downcast
Copious soft curls cascading down across your chest
I stare at your beauty, my cares find their rest
Calm and peaceful before me, with nary a stir
A vision of tranquility, I hear your wordless whisper, ‘My Sir!"
I place my hand tenderly under your chin
Feeling the warmth of your supple skin
A gentle lift of your head to gaze upon your face
Your adoring expression makes my heart race
And then our eyes meet, that connection so rare
And, as always happens, I lose myself in your stare
Your soft brown eyes open to me, showing all that your are
Your heart and soul pouring out to me from afar
Volumes of meaning expressed in a moment in time
Locked in that gaze, you convey that you’re mine
I reach out me hand
And help you to stand
Our eyes still locked, the silent words still flowing
With each passing moment, our bond it is growing
Hearts bound with a chord of silver and blue
My unspoken words cry out, ‘I love you!’
This bond that we share, so strong from afar
Heals my heart every day, and leaves one less scar
Our lips softly touch, our hands they entwine
I say without speaking, ‘My dearest, you’re mine.’
Author's note: Here is my reply to my dear lady (speaking of Amaranth's poem 'The Kneel')
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