Rise to me and let me gather warmth,
render me new again and take me slowly,
a delicate essence softly will retreat..
firm resolve recaptures the light and takes it in,
weak in its struggles it concedes to the touch,
recaptured by it,the will is slowed to a sunrise,
it moves at its own pace and will arrive when needed,
first.. a glance at what is too come teasingly,
and finally blinded if u examine too closely,
once that tenderness leaves you are cold and shiver,
it returns again always..it has never gone

hmmmm..nice..