Contributed By: Katherine Baker
At nature's urging,
They both believe,
Awakening senses,
Once thought bereaved.
Eyes touching depths,
Hands can not reach,
Exploring souls,
Both ponder each.
Fancying ideas
Before unseen,
Warm starry nights
And whispers serene.
Precious the moment,
None except they,
Could possibly be
In love this way.