Song Of A Face 28 November 2013; 19: 57 Poem by Simon Chamoun

I want nothing than to be still and stare
At your gorgeous face forever and ever
I want to compare it to the stars and moons
For to my eyes, it is a feast of pleasures
You think I would do that, so does everyone
But I honestly think I can do much better
I believe deep down inside, the clear nightly skies
To your eyes, are just glances at a mirror

I dedicate these musical words to you, to
The symphony of splendor, honest and pure
Like the affectionate screams of the violin
And minty tingles of the harp flowing through
To the definitive precision of a piano note
And those rebellious whistles of the flute
To how music is written in the details of your face
Shining in peace, harmony, innocence, and truth