She whispered "pacta sunt servanda" before she drifted back to sleep
As I'm left speechless, smiling, and wondering just when she first entered
My dreamy world - where we co-star in scenes whilst sailing along the
Crest of an epiphany (hoping for a sense of discovery
As our faith is tested and our spirits arrested by the commitment).
I've reviewed the potential moods that can set any relationship askew
And I cannot find such doubt in ours - promiscuousness just isn't present;
When the art of containment invents cherished presentability of passion,
It just isn't favorable for myself to relapse and lose my character.
If only you knew the passion pace that resonates as you pronounce
Those cantatas you sell so well; melodies forming symphonies as
Each soft syllable evolves into an epiphany meant only for our ears.
My love, you communicate more than sheer white sound - your elegant words
Finding flight upon each of your ethereal breaths, echoing gently
Throughout my being as I learn more about you with each and every day.
The proclivity our souls followed to get where they are rings true tonight;
I bet you don't even realize that I'm looking into your closed eyes -
Counting all the happenings as they pass through your tempted mind,
Not afraid in the least that you'd choose them over me 'cause I know
Our tacit communion remains unparalleled even when your eyes are shut
For we know our love is the paragon that inspires others at evenfall.

Let good faith illuminate everything we wish to achieve...

Daniel Haigh
Started: 05/23/09
Finished: 07/11/09