Melek Yuzlu


Woman You Are Beautiful To Me


Woman, you are beautiful to me -
You are my wise and counted friend.
You are the sunlight of my eyes
as I watch the smile rise upon your face,
and the dew of the dawn as
I feel your moist lips kiss my cheek.

You are the prosperity of my life
as I become enriched by your glow.
And the longing for love beats
within my soul. I long for your touch.
I long for your eyes to rest upon me -
Just one look and I melt as the frozen snow.

You are my beautiful woman,
and I reach out to touch your soul.
Do not leave me, but remain at my side.
You are my bride, by beautiful one,
and I am the slave of my own captivity.

Submitted: Tuesday, January 14, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, January 14, 2014

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