From A Lover Poem by Annie Cordelia Adams

I am so close to your kingdom,
I can almost touch the gates.
Your grace I feel so clearly now
As if carried here by the blue fates.

Like a most beautiful fragrance,
Or, perhaps it is the fragrance of Beauty itself.
For never have I felt such a warm chill tickle beneath my skin
Than I do now with two months’ pending.

In every ray of light I see your eyes.
It is inside them that I see blue skies
And green valleys and sparkling rivers flowing down the summits of majestic peaks colored with all sorts of dyes.

Compared to your skin, the purest silk is rough.
My lips and fingertips can only dream.
Nothing tastes so sweet,
And nothing feels so full of warmth.

Your beautiful hair has no match as well.
In it I could lose myself for hours.
Once I rub my nose in it, I’m taken by a spell,
As if every little strand is a filament glowing with divine power.

Nothing I can say about your lips will do them justice.
Only by a kiss can I speak honestly to them.
A kiss from them goes straight through to the core.
I’ve never felt such richness on my cheek before.