My eyes unopen and your hand clasps mine.
The feeling of your soft breath on my neck;
Remnants of lost secrets, sweetly divine,
Your easy words my heart with bliss bedeck.
Save, my happy trance be but transitory,
For when my eyes unclose, the bleak truth bared,
Fantasies of love prove illusory;
Imagination my fancy ensnared.
Your roaming eyes find her skin, white as gold;
Those errant lips more napes than mine do hunt.
I cringe to think the blush'd cheeks you've cajoled.
No doubt you hear my heart's cries so ardent,
Yet immune, you seem, to my desp'rate plea;
'Twas always women you loved, and ne'er me.