Spiders spun their webs of silk,
My skin still pure as fresh warm milk,
And soon my emotion hid behind
My lovely gray-blue eyes.
In formal attire, my doll-figure sat
And grew lonelier each day.
Dust settled into crevices
On skin that hadn't aged.
And then you walked into my room.
A ray of light pierced through my gloom.
You wiped the dust away gently,
As you kissed my cheek.
Each kiss brought with it passion deep,
That haunted me through day and sleep,
Until I could no longer dream
Of another soul but you.
No longer silent will I be...
I need to feel you next to me
When I fall asleep tonight
And wake tomorrow morn.
And so I send this poem to thee,
The one who set my body free,
And captured my fleeing heart
With the same amorous words...
