Sweet Lisa Nichole Soul Poem by Lance Uppercutt

Wisp of silk across her cheek below a light gaze
A mounting strength from the darkest of baby blue days
A wind swept glide as I imagine to kiss her
Propped up by the two loves of sweet whisper

Her eyes speak so soft as is the underside of breast
Riding a wave to her beach by its gentle crest
Encapsulating toes dug in warm white sand
My own kind of gold that I hurried to pan

So selfless and unassuming like the corner of her lip
To take her in completely with just a scented wisp
An ability to overcome life's unfair shake
Caring for everyone else for hers and their sake

Simplistically beautiful has drawn me in to sip
Soft skin delicate touch slow motion eye lid
Some people are so special that it stands to lend
A few precious words should be written of them