Saw I not light...
    That broke this darkening grip?
Drew not a bath... 
    Into whose warmth I slipped?

Heard I not sound...
    That chimed the morning fresh?
Did not I feel...
    Your soft and trembling flesh?

When accents mock... 
    To chill a scented breath
Then love bites deep...
    And leaves its marks- 'till death

When shadows flit...
    And embers dance and scheme;
I'll think of you...
    And how I came to dream.

I'll think of you...
    The music of your smile.
I'll think of you...
    And how you warmed my while.

I'll think of you...
    And what we could have been
And dream of you...?
    I do so... without end.