- * AMOUR * - br br My love, there is no measure br for the feelings that transpire. br I know that deep inside of me br they build a raging fire. br br Each little touch or whisper br sets off a tremoring wave, br That shakes each quivering particle, br my body to enslave. br br So how can I endeavor br to think about today, br When every waking part of me br is in such disarray. br br Tomorrow may not come again br for I cannot endure br The all consuming aftermath br Of your grandeous Amour....... br br Author: Carolyn Ford Witt br Ms.