There is no essence of satin
No summer?s day
No compliments of your seductive whisper
No acceptance of touch
Still I am lost within your eyes
My tears touch your fingertips
Though my divergent emotions you ignore
Still, I search for your faraway heart
My lips move in intricate silence
My spirit cries in grief
Send down the thunder- let it roar
So I may taste love?s eternal respect
Valerie Winkle