Your hair
a reddened black cascade of a waterfall.
Your eyes
somewhat the prize to a twilight call.
Your lips
the softest of red roses had no contest.
Your face
a smile from St Joseph for his Lilly’s rest.
Your voice
humble symbols in silence like a walk on the beach.
Your words
thoughts unfolding with its patience to teach.
Your hands
knowing the talents of comfort like a friend.
Your heart
journeyed to build its love to never end.
Your embrace
soft surrounding of angelic wings to hold.
Your touch
caressing like the morning sun unto little buds to unfold.
Your compassion
heaven sent to turn this lad a man.
Your love
to the timeless promise I hold in my heart, my hand.
Your presence
the pleasure that’s become me and my most precious find.
Your patience
worth in my life all the seconds that make up time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem