My heart sings sweet songs it has never sung before
My very being yearns for a precious love that burns at my very core
When you are gone I stand in vain searching the sea from the sandy shore
Oh, my inamorata*, you touch my very soul and have me begging forever more.
More of your passionate whole.
More of your delicate touch.
More of your beautiful soul.
I want and need you so much.
And yet…
My heart also sings songs that it always sung before
And my very being fully holds the love we have always had at its very core
And when you are gone I am sated with the memory of your sweet ‘amor.’
Oh, my inamorata, you fill my soul completely and make me one and also whole.
Filled with unbridled passion to make me whole.
Filled with memories of your delicate touch.
Filled with the lingering mingling of our souls.
You satisfy my wants and needs so very much.
My inamorata, my Barbara Ann.