| My Words to You of Love Your golden hair the sunlight shining, like ripples in the water. Eyes blue as the rarest gems, and makeup you needn't bother. Shoulders strong to bear my hugs, lips so sweet and tender. A waist to rest my hands, when I feel your surrender. Skin so soft and warm I touch, A smile full of fun and laughter. I take your hand and kiss the palm, Your heart is what I'm after. I smell the fragrance of your hair, as as I nibble on your ear. I feel you melt when whispers soft, as I say I love you dear. The Masked Writer <-.-> (C) 2002 T Lovett |