Your beauty haunts me
standing there in front of the Christmas tree
such a portrait of loveliness
in your own special way.

In your endeavors
Will you allow me the pleasure
The moment to savor
To treasure.

All the wonderful things you must be.

Permit me to reach down
And wipe the tears from your eyes
To lay your beautiful body
Warmly against my side

Allow me the pleasure
to experience your grace, beauty and charm
If only to treasure
The memory of all the good times
We could have shared together

I guess on certain fall days
Chilled by the winds of time
A man’s heart just naturally strays
As it is lifted up and carried away
To lighter
More pleasant things.

What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?
Jacques Lacan