Could I but span the legion hours of Time, my love,
Finding across the waves of the boundless deep
The words you pen in verse for only me, my love—
The words you write and rhyme for me to keep;
Could I but touch your soul and feel your life, my love; Could I but reach my hand for yours to hold; Could I but bridge the leagues and latitudes and swells, my love; Could I your form into myself enfold…
I’d press my face and flesh into your warmth, my love, And anoint your breasts with kisses and red wine. We’d dwell upon the sands and seas of Love, my love, And forever I’d be yours — and you’d be mine!
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This is the website of Lasha Darkmoon, an anglo-American academic with higher degrees in Classics who lives and works in England. You can read more about Darkmoon here.