it was so nice to talk to you last night,
I need to hear your smile,
so tender, sweet and light,
not so very often
but once in every while.

once I said 'I'm your man'
you replied how you wished I were,
it was before our love began
that long and perfect summer.

once my arms did you enfold
in close and warm caress
yet thief Time takes what we cannot hold,
however dear and precious.

not so very often,
I need to hear your smile,
so tender, sweet and light,
not so very often,
just once in every while.

 

Wytchewoode