Hope there is no promise, only hope that we may find a common bliss and share excited sweet delight provoked by that first lovers' kiss a furtive touch with tender care while fire--desire--will then ignite such fervent ecstasy aflame to warm our flesh but cause no pain and satisfy love's fervent quest to meld two bodies into one and then, to share a peaceful rest together in our private cell while dreaming only blissful dreams that time alone can hope fulfill Poetry