I’m not the person who walks with you through autumn leaves <br />In the old park near the school where children play in innocent reverie; <br />I’m not the man mingling souls with the lady of all his dreams, <br />But I am the man who desires such things. <br /> <br />I’m the midnight candle that burns for love <br />Beneath the gentle gaze of the moon, <br />I’m the prayer spoken upon a pillow <br />That will softly float into a woman’s room. <br /> <br />My senses will one day all disappear <br />Into the fragrance of her perfume, <br />I will be the single teardropp of water <br />Entering the essence of her ocean for eternity.<br /><br />Uriah Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/essence-of-her-ocean/
