Oh your eyes...

Those beautiful, sparkling eyes,

The source of all your passions,

The teller of no lies.

Oh your lips...

Those soft and tender lips,

Where upon the glass of life,

You savours and you sips.

Oh your hair...

Your sunlit blacken hair,

That drapes upon your shoulders,

Showing perfection, oh so rare.

Oh your face...

Your stunning, beguiling face,

Where heaven can be sought,

And God can be embraced.

Oh your form...

Your delicate, slender form,

In dreams, beside me lay...

So tender and so warm.

Oh your soul...

Your gentle caring soul,

That longs for love in life,

Yet, life just can’t console.

Oh God, Oh you...

With your imperfections much,

Yet, when I think of love,

It’s your soul I long to touch.