They lay for hours, intertwined
She'd wished for the time to stop
Together they were ice and fire
Freezing, glazing, gliding, blazing.
But from a moment of all moments
When he lulled into a slumber
His face rested upon her bouk
And a palm over her bosom
Her eyes not once wandered
Away from the face of her man
Her heart felt utterly content
Brimming with glee and sorrow
Hadn't she longed this for yonks
Even when she knew it had no morrow
