My Love
My love is like a tear,he caresses my cheek
and wets my lips, and leaves a gentle trail on my neck. Even after he's gone, his love still shows red in my face...
His eyes the deepest ocean conceal a saddness, but wisdom in his years. Like two bright stars in heaven shown only to me...
His hair the color of ebony as it shines in the sun. Like himself wild at times, but calm in it's own way...
And his lips the finest silk, that to the touch feels so comfortable. He is always smiling, improving his perfectly curved lips..
He has stolen my heart, but I gave it to him willingly when his eyes 1st met mine...
In his arms I feel comfort In his eyes I find shelter In my heart he will stay forever...
Copyright �2002 Beth Green