Resurrection

There Love lay, curled up, waiting,

       - as it was begun, a story co-written -

For a gentle tender touch, for another awakening

Each breath, each pause, each fingertip was smitten

when Love woke up and Passion inflamed

Resurrected, a promise it sought to fulfil

The vow of a sweet kiss that yearning longing claimed

The wonder of a smile suffused a soul now calm and still.

The Dutch tilt rights itself, in the iris Love unfurls

       - the moment is poignant, an astonished wonder -

in a slow dance of exquisite grace, of taps and twirls

while Passion awakes as gentle as distant thunder

In a band of brilliant light beat two passionate hearts

And with Forever in clear view, this is where the story starts.