Till Again

We made love before you even touched me,
For the act of love itself means nothing,
Without the promise,
A vow, a sincerity,
That exists more in the pledge of commitment,
Than the heat of the loins,

Yet, when the moment was complete,
It was more delicious,
Than the sweetest words ever written,

Two lovers, between one another,
Bare to the bone,
Faces flushed as pink stone,
In blue light of dawn...

My mind knows I love you,
My body feels I love you,
My heart cries I love you,
And I do,

But such expressions of love should not be taken lightly,
If delved into nightly,
For mad I might become with delight,
And happiness would be hard found in the day,
Till again,
You took my breath away.