More Than Three Times Poured

I can't escape the tune
whose notes dance in my head
which seems to grow in volumn
with words you have said.

Dreams I dream of you
linger heavily thru out the day
while love continues its flight
in a rhapsody sort of way.

Each serene recall of us
designed by passion's score
awakens my body to the thrills
of enchantment kept in store.

Ecstacy rewritten time and again
striking those tunes so adored.
O love, mine breast be overfilled
More Than Three Times Poured.

Del Cano 2005 Oct