In my half sleep stupor
I can feel you nearby
A soft song being sung
a whisper passing by.
I feel your history
love you need to give.
All of life's passion
at your loving will.
Nothing less than amazing
we met at the time we did.
No longer need I shun feelings
nor keep them hid.
I can pour out my soul
cry if I feel the need.
For the love we share
planted from heaven's seed.
Del Cano 2006 May
