One touch of your fingers
The perfume of your breath
I long to embrace and hold you
To join with you means death
My soul cries out to free you
From your solitary fate
In seclusion and abandoned
Alone and cursed to wait
I feel such love and passion
Yet empty, and forlorn
Tormented by the knowledge
My aching heart is torn
What sort of fiendish monster
Could have cast this heartless spell
To take a blameless innocent
Then damn her to a lonely Hell?
To cure you and restore you
I vow I'll find some way
I'll break the chains that bind you
Then we can run away
An elixer or a potion
To cleanse envenomed flesh
Redemption from your quarantine
Free to start afresh
I pledge my heart and hand
I shall save you or I'll die
Our lips will touch I swear to you
Your affliction I'll defy
We'll find delight and pleasure
As one our souls entwined
We'll walk together forever
Made pure, our love refined.



© Mark Richard Watson