Too many misty words
echo long in unjoined cords
meet or miss their length
heal a soul or break a heart
in the evenings where I would wait
a shoulder close may paradise make
give room to passion so desired
the mind aflame with potent fire
days gone and not yet reckoned
brought company where there was loneliness
the scent of you so like a balm
ointment that gave calm
the seconds wished not to fly
beside the passing of the time
a common heave of two great hearts
who chased discord and loved in fact
we wish the sweetness not still spent
your ardour my woman a love scent
the exact meeting point of our being
of tears and affection rendering
where saints consent to take a stance
and contend with sadness of life
probably a natural breeze
brought us to this scene of ease