The words he tries to utter
locks up on his throat
His heart thumps to flutter
near her — when he dreams recall.
He pictured her in a tub with foam
her wet soaking body in soft gown
One day he shall write and fold
to her — his confessions dry and old.
Desires in a candle light gleam
as her soft lips near he seen
His body melts like a candle wax keen
when towards him she leans.
He — like a piece of cloth
on her body would fold –with and oath.
For that his love is worth
of ingots of gold — confessions behold.