Those big honey brown eyes
slow burning twin lights
hold my soul captive
for now and ever.
His shoulders strong, a shelter
special, shining just for me.
His foot fall on the lawn
like his love and passion
catches me in magical gyres.
His voice, deep and delving
works like some potent alchemy,
changing my faulty vision to sense.
Dear self! May some deity let you
nestle into that endearing curve
gracing your love’s lucid lips,
or into the exciting cleft
in his worthy, chiseled chin! You
may thus be forever closer and
closer to your love, the only
real reason to breathe and be.