Amour

My love, there is no measure
for the feelings that transpire.
I know that deep inside of me
they build a raging fire.

Each little touch or whisper
sets off a tremoring wave,
That shakes each quivering particle,
my body to enslave.

So how can I endeavor
to think about today,
When every waking part of me
is in such disarray.

Tomorrow may not come again
for I cannot endure
The all consuming aftermath
Of your grandeous Amour.......

Written & Submitted By: © Carolyn Ford Witt
(Miss Caroline)


Midi Sequence By: © Bernd Krueger