If today, was the last day my eyes see,
The rising of the morning sun,
It would not matter,
For I have seen the most wonderful sight,
And if today was the last day my ears hear,
The birds singing their songs of love,
It would not matter,
For I have heard the most beautiful sound,
And if today was the last day my nose smells,
The freshness in the morning air,
It would not matter,
For I have smelt the most sensual fragrance,
And if today was the last day my tongue tastes,
The many delicacies on which we can dine,
It would not matter,
For I have tasted the most delicious taste,
And if today was the last day my fingers touch,
Soft snowflakes as they gently fall,
It would not matter,
For my hands have touched the most tender,
I have held Renata's hand,
So if today was the last day of my life,
I could leave this world tomorrow,
She has fulfilled every sensation,
We have been together for 16 years,
Children in the playground having fun,
The wonders of nature all around me,
The beauty of creation, as it surrounds me,
The many colours, red, green, yellow, black and white,
The stars shimmering in the skies at night,
My eyes could ever see,
I have seen the love in my wife's eyes,
Every time, she smiles and looks at me.
The crack of thunder roaring from above,
Waves rolling in, caressing the sand,
The click of fingers, or the clap of a hand,
My ears could ever hear,
I have heard my wife say I love you,
Whenever we are near.
The sweet sensations that abound everywhere,
The fragrance of flowers blooming in spring,
The many different aromas, that those flowers bring,
My nose could ever smell,
The fragrance of our bodies joining together,
Becoming one with each other, now and forever.
Champagne, caviar, oysters, fine wine,
Chocolates, candies, ice-cream and sweets,
And so many other tempting, delicious treats,
My tongue could ever taste,
The taste of my wife's lips as we kiss,
Nothing in this world could taste sweeter than this.
The clear cool water in a mountain stream, as it flows,
The sensual feel of satin and silk,
The delicate petals on a new born rose,
sensual thing they could touch,
As we walked down the street
Caressed her face, her cheek,
As our lips are drawn together and meet,
I have embraced Renata's tender body,
While we have been dancing,
I have touched her, caressed her, explored her,
While we have been romancing.
Without sorrow or regret,
My dreams, desires and fantasies,
Every one she has met,
Every desire beyond imagination,
And she has completed my life,
That is why I am so very proud and happy,
To write this simple poem, for my loving wife.
Ti Amo
David (Scaramouche)