This poem is about you.

I don't have a vain thought…

My mind is empty, with naught.

Because of what transpired,

I now lay at your side, tired.

Sweetness is to gaze into your eyes,

Deep color of the skies,

While my heart surges

And you satisfy my urges.

And from the beginning of time,

Without reason or rhyme,.

All my loves have been preparation

To enjoy your body with desperation.

What is it in your smile,

Fresh like a morning breeze

That lights up your face, you tease,

Like the sun kisses it all the while.

How much pleasure your love provokes,

It has filled my life with colors

My soul your love savors

While inside my body it a fire stokes.

I cannot wait a single moment more

Myself to your warm embrace restore.

To know that you love me

Makes me happy to be.

I'll remember forevermore,

Oh, how I miss,

your sweet lips' kiss

as we our love explore.

What delight to feel the peak

Of your passion… I cannot speak…

You make me feel alive

To love you I will strive.

Pedro J. Marenco

July 23, 1998 Sacramento, CA