The Voice Within

Your touch falls upon me like
a kiss in the morning dew,
The gaze of your eyes
are like the touch of innocence
The silence resonates with the sound
of your heart beating,
Could this be our love ?
Wherein a shadow that touches
those echoes revealed in passion,
Look in my eyes
and see those dreams
as I do,
Hear those whispers
feathered in promises
near an image of time,
Promises touch like a summer day
that the sun never sets upon,
The passion of burning crucible,
The dreams of a child forever lost in innocence,
Could this be our love ?
And in a never ending reflection
time stands still...
just to keep the moment
of our knowing each other,
Discoveries met
in an ironic voice that allows us
to sample a memory
moment by moment
like an explorer of a river of lost souls,
We will never give up,
We will never give in,
Until we find forever
all our love within.