A touch, soft and tender.
A whisper, full of desire
A gasp of sweet surrender
As passion fuels the fire

No words spoken between them
No promises to be kept
No lies being told tonight
No looking back – no regrets

Longing to hold each other
Such precious little time
Both vowed to another
Being lonely their only crime

Tomorrow bringing sorrow
A brief moment of shame
With the memory of this one night
A release from passion’s flames

by Jeffrey Carter

When the most ancient star did not shine,
I loved you when you were not mine,
I loved you when the oceans
Had not learned to roar,
When eagles had not learned to soar,
When dreams were yet undreamt,
When hearts were still pure,
When swords had not tasted blood,
Lips had not tasted wine,
I loved you when you were not mine.
I loved you when time
Had not learned to flow,
When no arrow had touched a bow,
When earth had not known,
Rain or snow.
Before the first smile, the first word,
The first song, the first line,
I loved you before you were mine.

~Wqah~