Her eyes are moonbeams bouncing
off the crests of waves in
a sea of unfathomable beauty.
Her lips are rose petals, moistened
with morning dew, and losing virginity
to the glorious rays of the sun.
Her skin, like a peach plucked
from the Tree of Divinity, so sublime,
so perfect and needless of any adornment.
Her smile is the kiss from an Angel,
sent straight from Heaven, whose
only purpose is to woo my heart.
And my heart, wooed in such a way
is fain to be forever hers, like
a bird''s song is to the morning's glory.
a bird's flight is to a morning's breeze.
