

To love - oh to love . . . Dreams weaved in waking hours at the caress of impassioned lovers. Words tethered in heartbeat measures without a word spoken to each other. Embellished destinies sewn in heart seems at a gaze in darkness' cover Worlds unfurled time un-hurtled - stopped by the way he love's her A touch, a kiss, her heart's amiss intuit that there can be no other A loving gaze as the Lovers pray that their love can be recovered The time apart becomes a part of the story written within flesh's cover With the day anew the dew fresh strewn gives hope to be discovered Photographer B. Forsythe