long-distilled love

long-distilled love

again, to Donna

we’re fifteen hundred miles apart/but i can feel your beating heart/and i can hear your honeyed voice/and thrill as both of us rejoice

the years with change and machination/have yielded nectar’s distillation/more tasty than the finest wine/two souls in intertwining vine

we’ll turn our back on stressful censure/continue on this sweet adventure/and loving kiss may well presage/a romance free of care and age