In Nameless Eyes

Touched me by her sincerity,

 Was she who made way into my soul.

Who was she that knew all I was,

who believed in me just because.

 She fell in my burning rivers,

her care caused me quivers.

 She lead me to a dance,

in this night of romance.

 This creature of earth, 

to whom hope gave birth.

Gentle to my wishes was she subdued,

intimite relations then set our mood.

Questions of experience and passion,

soon there after became our fashion.

Endessly on this aging night,

knowing only of her fragile sight.

I touched her unlike my mother,  

to whom credit I give my father.

Bare and warm I soon became,

in deep respect of and not ashamed,

As I drowned into the mo

of the gentle one,

whose name I did not know.