TENDER

Whence cometh thou, 'tis within thy eyes
A light, feathered gentle, soothing to his avail
For he is not, as it is so, engulfed with thy passion
O' heart, tears begat thee one yearning
Do caress him warm upon his face
While morning dew began the day
Thy beauty, the sun hath made glisten
As within thy arms, there, the warmth
Yea, such a longing for one embrace
Yet, do ever fly, as white as a dove
For Love catched tender the soul