Michele, My Michele
Not even the rain has hands so small as these
Not even the moonlight has a touch so gentle
The tender caress of a mother, a lover

Not even nature has eyes so green
Not even the ocean has such depth
Peer into my soul, see what I hide away

Not even the night has arms so soft
Not even the darkness is so enfolding
Loving embrace, hold me throughout the night

Not even a child has a smile so innocent as this
Not even a priest has such passion
A kiss so soft I am both enslaved and set free

Not even an angelic chorus has such a melody
Not even the most beautiful poetry has such love
Holding me close, you sing to me, sotly say "I love you"

Not even the brush of angels wings is so delicate
Not even the wind caresses me so softly
Yoou slowly run your sensitive Hands through my hair

Not even rose petals are so very soft
Not even the breath of God is so warm
I lightly caress your delicate skin

Not even a million poems could express such love
Not even a million songs could show such joy
Holding you close, I will love you for all time.
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