I love the flavor of your lips

A source of much delight for me

If I could but distill it to its essence

I could be living in a dream

I love the gleam within your eyes

That too I would capture if I could

But in what container could I hold it

Without its light bursting free

I love too the perfume of your hair

And I understand now why so many years ago

Men often carried those tiny golden lockets

To enshrine a snippet of their true loves hair

But all of these would be but souvenirs

And I need none of those to remind me of your love

For your love is protected deep inside me

Within my very heart I keep it precious