First Embrace Poem by Christopher Thor Britt

- Oh lover, fair with moonlit eyes
For you my heart sore aches
With depths of passion yet untapped by mortals, love to make
Your silken hair of fire gold
Your eyes of twilight blue
Have put to shame the star-lit night in beauty next to you
Oh lover of my waking thoughts and
Dreams that come by eve
Come to me now my love, my soul and grant this heart reprieve
These gentle lips do for you wait
These hands to show you grace
Will cause us never to forget this night, our first embrace