Treasure Island

Shamal Akrayi


As Beautiful As You


If I could drink the finest wine
And taste a million sips,
It wotld be like vinegar
Compared to one kiss from your lips.

If I could feel the softest silk,
The finest known to man,
It would be as hard as rock
Compared to the gentle touch of your hand.

If I could hear the greatest music
And make my ears rejoice,
The melodies would be mere noise
Compared to the sweet sound of your voice.

If my eyes could see the splendours,
Of Heaven up above,
Never would they see anything
As beautiful as you, you, Kate.

Submitted: Monday, August 01, 2011
Edited: Tuesday, August 02, 2011

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