silvery tresses of moonlight cascaded
down upon the palm tree lined shore
where young couples slowly strolled
taking in the night's ambiance
tarrying on the sea air
an affection wave
played with joy
I am the tenderness in your eyes
When I hold your hands in mine.
I am the shiver down my spine
When your soft lips touch my skin.
I am the blush that colours your cheeks
When you smile at me in your special way.
I am the air of mysterious charm you carry
When you play with your enticing, enchanting tresses.
I am the hesitation in your voice
When you voice your deepest desires.
And I am your impulsive smile
When our eyes meet when its least expected.
I am all you are, I am all you feel
And yet, I'm nothing without you.
This Band, which bound thy yellow hair
Is mine, sweet girl! thy pledge of love;
It claims my warmest, dearest care,
Like relics left of saints above.
Oh! I will wear it next my heart;
’Twill bind my soul in bonds to thee:
From me again ’twill ne’er depart,
But mingle in the grave with me.
The dew I gather from thy lip
Is not so dear to me as this;
That I but for a moment sip,
And banquet on a transient bliss:
This will recall each youthful scene,
E’en when our lives are on the wane;
The leaves of Love will still be green
When Memory bids them bud again.
The melody of desire
For the one with a voice like nectar
Perfect for conveying emotion
Faultless and fluid
Ombre tresses flow over striking icy blues
Embracing an enigmatic countenance
And an abundance of nonchalance
Possessed by a beautiful human
The Gods quiver at the sight of him
The hero I revere.
She rises from a limpid pool.
Silvery beads cling to flesh
Clothing her in brilliant shimmer.
Lovely shining tresses spiral
Down over slim shoulders
Framing her beautiful face.
Eyes of moon silver, lips of rose
Grace her fair visage.
And I ...
I can do naught, caught as I am
in the dazzling light of her rising.