what was it I saw
before seeing you  beloved
nothing but phantoms
of leafless trees
what was it I heard
before hearing you  lovely one
nothing but sighs
stock-still in the fog
what was it I touched
before touching you  my love
it was a dream of embracing you
while you dreamed of embracing me
we two strangers unknown
each to the other   now
every what was lies forgotten
beneath a mountain of kisses and verse

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2014


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