Eternity's hand grasps the goblet
You hold to your champagne lips
And dares you to drink
It's sweet nectar.
...
Our Eternity
Eternity's hand grasps the goblet
You hold to your champagne lips
And dares you to drink
It's sweet nectar.
"Hold me close," I say, and you
Draw near with your lean, taut
Frame, wrapping me within the secureness
Of strong arms while I shiver from
The ecstasy of your gentle touch.
You soothe my sorrow and quietly
Whisper into my ear, "fear not my
Love, for I have tasted our eternity."