She walks with head bent
As if careful of her steps
Lest she tread
On even the smallest of God's creatures
Such care she takes with all things
My heart included
She comes close
Her head comes up
She looks with the bluest eyes
That mimic the ocean sky
In the minutes before the storm arises
Graceful hands
That play what they touch
As if a priceless treasure were held
And not my workman's calloused hand
How can a kiss be fire and ice
And yet she brands my cheek
With the faintest of lips' caresses
There is eternity in her embrace
She is god's gift
And the beauty of it all
Is she knows it not.
I love you
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