I want to touch you in a way,
that's playful, but not play.

That's gentle, yet firm.
Not taught, but learned.

 Through the desire to love
and be loved too.

Through the fear of exposing my all to you.
And the joy in trusting you've  shown  all too.

So come let us play this game of love. 
Let our eyes speak of things our tongues do not dare. 

Eternity lies in a lovers stare,
so join me within this gaze of love.

Where we can no longer pretend we don't care.

Her eyes are poetry and a blink of her eyes is a poem.
Her voice is poetry and each of her words is a poem.
Her thinking is poetry and each of her thoughts is a poem.

My love for her is poetry and each of my expressions for her is a poem.
My care for her is poetry and each of my suggestions for her is a poem.
My desire for her is poetry and each expression of my romance for her is a poem.

Our mutual attraction is poetry and each of our confessions to one another is a poem.
Our eternal relationship is poetry and each of our manifestations for one another is a poem.
Our way of talking to each other is poetry and each of our conversations with one another is a poem.