Today, tomorrow, and every day after;
Yesterday, the day before, ever since I met her;
My thoughts have been consumed
My being, with her beauty, become entombed.
Words, expressions, gestures, they all begin to matter;
That smile, her touch, her kiss made my mind scatter;
Those memories of her scent and laugh,
Are all that mend my spirit when it splits in half.
The meaning of love became clear to me;
The essence of desire and ardor commenced to be;
All of life seemed to revolve around her,
And all the ugliness of this world became a blur.
Her beauty is far greater than that of the mountains;
Her allure overwhelms me like lying in a fountain;
Today, tomorrow, and every day after;
Yesterday, the day before, ever since I met her.
Joseph