Simple enough, how pleasure hangs upon my lover’s lips
How tribulations drift away in the light that shadows her curves
The tenor to which she paints in watercolor
her imagery of our world
Some contend it is in the way a lover moves
her prowl-ness with infatuation
A bell that cannot be un-rung
Her voice that cannot help but be heard
Her cherished adages underlined and dedicated to memory
Some will say…herein lay a lover’s mystery
