You Are To Me Poem by Peter S. Quinn

You are to me - jewel in man's heart,
The purest love that one could seek;
The feeling that are not spoken at start,
And the affection one can not of speak.

Everything passionate eyes expressed,
The amorous gestures your lips conceal;
The truest of love and closest to breast,
A heart which a wound can always heal.

Your tender body awakens my desire,
And so do your youthful fresh eyes;
They spark like stars of undimmed fire,
Profoundly and deep like nightly skies.

You are to me - what nature's to life,
A fountain spring of my existence;
Eternally on and with a loving rife,
I can not show any more resistance.

Your reaping beauty adored by me,
Desired wine - ah my sweetest love;
Lock to my room with the right key,
Fitting my heart like a hand to glove.