Love's In Your Face Poem by Phillip Mobley

In mornings light the ray of love shines
through laying on your check holding your
cinnamon silhouette in quite repose as
you lay next to me.
Love's in your face. As I watch in
awe while you sleep I take in
your scent the sweet fragrance of
your body, the soft suppleness of your
silky mocha skin glistening in
the shimmering light.
The lines that God drew on heavens canvas;
a masterpiece of impressionist artwork
only the master artist could capture.
And still love is in your face.
I'm right there beside you as you dream,
I watch your every crevasse and curve
through eyes of childlike wonderment.
Your presence is surreal.
My mind rocks and reels.
I see perfection in all that you
are and all that you're meant to be. Yes, love
is in your face. Love's right here. Where are you?