The enigma of space is reflected in your eyes,
And Beauty dares not reveal to you it's true guise,
Your ruby lips shame the rose of dawn,
And your beauty is only rivaled, by the coming of the morn,
Your smooth flesh is testament to God's craftsmanship,
And your lips, oh, I could write an ode on just those lips,
There is a way, you pluck at my deepest heartstrings,
Revealing who I really am, amongst other things,
I crave your presence and dread your departure,
And with your allure, comes my heart's rapture,
What more can I do, to emboldened my claim,
When in your presence, my heart seemingly grows lame,
I leave you now, with a memory of bliss:
The genesis of our meeting, and the shadow of a kiss.