Luna Moon

His skin is soft as gossamer silk,
And so is mine when he touches me.
His chocolate eyes do pierce my own,
And turn the ocean to waves of honey.
His voice sounds like pearls when he graces my ear,
And his lips taste of caramel.
The flowers he walks by have golden petals,
And his smile is thick with sweet syrup.
He's the amber I wear on my fingers,
And the amber in my sparkling eyes.
He's the amber in my beating heart,
And when he's amber so am I.