Tell me more, my love, how much
you love me;
When I am hungry, chill me with a kiss.
Endlessly proclaim your admiration,
Never try to hide your fascination,
Though at times I may do aught amiss.
You, of course, may ask the same of me.
That you put nothing in your life
Will aid in me a similar dedication.
Only thus do lovers spin their bliss.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon