Villanelle No. 1, To My Lover

As we both settle down to rest,
Our loving done (but not complete),
I lay my hand upon her breast.

I gaze upon her, auburn-tressed
And smiling as she will, so sweet,
As we both settle down to rest;

And realize I'm very blessed
To lover her. As our bodies meet,
I lay my hand upon her breast.

No worried thought can be my guest,
And daily cares cannot compete
As we both settle down to rest.

(I must confess a certain zest
In feeling of her bosoms' heat;
I lay my hand upon her breast.)

We've made a life. I love her best
For loving me without defeat.
As we both settle down to rest,
I lay my hand upon her breast.