When time and distance dim love's fervent flame br Like dreams that wane, moist wisps of morning dew, br Shall lovers keep rekindled just the same br Such love that raged unchained each day anew? br br Perhaps they let fond memories, fading fast, br Become, as vapors that from petals rise, br Mute witnesses etched in a silent past, br A love that without life-blood ceases, dies. br br Then, one forgets the touch, peculiar scent, br The taste of fluids, warm, that freely flow br From lips to tongue, breathless sighs, content br To lie in blissful rest that lovers know. br br Though senses dormant lie unmoved, restrained, br Love sleeps in dreams love's passion once attained.