Since I have loved the murmur of your voice

Since I have loved the murmur of your voice -

to love another more? Nay, unlikely

as no ethereal song of sheer rejoice

could hope to light my heavens so brightly.

The softness of your tender hand across

the ivory of my cheek and fallen lash

that glints a pearl with sentiment of gloss;

a loss for stolen words - I feel abash.

For how could I, this creature of the earth

elucidate to you, my shining knight,

my adoration, the absolute mirth

beaming from the doting heart you so delight!

There are no galaxies nor whispers of

the world that could remark upon my love.