Teardrops on Her Skin . . .
My lady touched me softly
With tears upon my skin
An’ yet they’re not deep sorrow
Though pain soft lies within
Brief the parting, just for now
Soft peace and hope begin
Stand upon the threshold
And the world dropped from view
I looked into those searching eyes
They were looking back at me
Time stood still in each others arms
As we lost ourselves within
So Lady hold me gently
I know you’ll hold me true
Stay within my arms
So I can hold you too
Ask the Gods to speed the time
Fly swiftly through the days
I carry you within me
I left teardrops on your skin.
Banfiadh-Wolfthought2007