Thursday, May 17, 2012

I Find You There

In the gentle morning sun
I find you there
The taste of your lips is the sweetest nectar
Your perfumed hair the scent exquisite
Your body is perfection
If allowed to embrace you I could never resist
I beg to be near
To you in this place
The garden of the world
Filled with flowers and fruit so pure
None can match your beauty
Your eyes so lovely
Your curves so delicate
Your reflection could not be captured by a mirror
For it would reject such grace
As impossible
But I have seen you
Touched you
Love you
And know
Whence I have to leave
I shall love no other
And grieve