Endearing You In My Eyes Poem by Louise Tredoux

Now I know why Sundays have been
made, to lie in your arms, find cathartic
explosion in your love, rest on your
breast, listening to

Your fierce words of desire, though I
enjoy your sweet attempts to possess
me, we both know that I give you my
love freely, the keys to my heart

That you hold in your hands have been
bestowed in total trust and devotion; you
and only you, get to calm the tension in
me, only you can

Understand me, you know we share a soul
and your wild attempts to ensure no-one
else comes between us are superfluous,
serving one purpose only:

Endearing you in my eyes, ensuring
your place in my heart
for eternity...