seemingly long,yet short in its entirety,
my glance lay upon you,
it`s then that i find
i cannot help another,
as i feel myself becoming entrapped.
what fate was bestowed as i admire
the simpleness of power in one`s looks.
shining through your silky skin,
is the beacon of your soul,
your eyes like a stream of light brightening up
even the hottest of midsummers days,
from the dawn til the dusk the world feels awake with your vey presence,
you are like a gift from the angels,a treasure to have an behold,
you are my lucky pot of gold.
NEIL SLATER.........Sunday, 10 November 2002