To Aimee Poem by Barry Van Asten

It lives and dies - but who can tell
What lease of love life grants us well?
The delicate touch of affection, given
By a pure heart: the light of love, that's driven
In the wonder of soul, with you, in me
And the bloom of love in its infancy.
The rapture; the look of tenderness
Exchanged between us in that kiss!
Your hand in mine, I cannot forget
In an eternity of age and weariness, set
Upon my heart... to glance upon your grace
Where gentle eyes looked long upon your face...
And in the embrace, your lips upon me, fell,
And I reeled in eternity, under your spell!