Awakening That morning whisper A gentle kiss A suspended moment Of perfect bliss That precious feeling As eyes first meet Bodies entwined In sleepy heat Fingers touching Breath as one Hearts in rhythm We greet the sun Content, in truth Just to be Simply enjoying You and me
Beauty Your lips, your eyes, your soul Are like a work of art, The most creative thing of all Is your beautiful heart. If you were a painting, No colours could express The beauty deep inside you, A rainbow, nothing less. If you were a sculpture The clay could hardly make Your figure of an angel Without one mistake. If you were a euphony No choir could really sing All the beautiful music Your eyes could possibly bring. So here I am, an artist, With inspiration beyond belief But to capture such rare beauty, I'd have to be a thief.