How I which to touch your lips
My princess - across the
Never ending barriers of your loneliness
I beg for a glance
The mirrored image…twin lakes…

I caress your hair, as if I were
To depart from your lips, undreamed…
Yet beauteous… Again I kiss your
Hands without the rest of my watery portrait…

Only comparable to the
Mirrored vision of those eyes
Would be holding you in my arms
Tasting that anguished tear, rolling down your face
Like the profound echo of my cherished hopes