Veins in honey brown eyes so red
Tells of nights spent with me instead
The dark blue circles under your eyes
Tells of love stories until the sun in the morning rise
Waves of hair in coal colour black
Stream down the perfect lines of your back
Where it leaves its shadowing ending mark
Where the start lies upon which my hands may start
Full lips finish off the contours of an angel face
Sculptured and formed by God’s Full Grace
Your cheeks are dressed with colour of dusk
The fragrance those of an exclusive musk
Your ears set against the whispers of my heart
Hearing every heartbeat of mine, every longing part
Each whisper my soul signals to you
Every signal by my intentions and honesty true
When day stops with the closing of a door
And I can bare my expeditionary heart no more
All I long for is for you to appear
So that I can appreciate of you every detail, my dear
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