The scent of thyme was in the air,
Angelica on your lips.
I heard the song of a thrush outside
As I sank into your kiss.
Your hair suffused with woodbine,
And verbena-scented skin,
Limned by the light of the gleaming fire,
Captured and drew me in.
I’m lost in the lure of your timeless face,
And the history written there,
Because I could lie for centuries
Wrapped in the scent of your hair.
Angelica on your lips.
I heard the song of a thrush outside
As I sank into your kiss.
Your hair suffused with woodbine,
And verbena-scented skin,
Limned by the light of the gleaming fire,
Captured and drew me in.
I’m lost in the lure of your timeless face,
And the history written there,
Because I could lie for centuries
Wrapped in the scent of your hair.