Darling, your eyes on me
send my heart to a place of passion,
a place of intensity.
The eyes that belong to my captor,
the ones that captivate me,
enthrall me to extents unknown to others.

Love, your arms around me
secure the love I have for you
to it's correspondent place,
right to you, where I want it,
where you want it.
Those adoring arms,
caramel, caressing, caring,
tell me that no place other than there
is where I should be.

Dear, those pressing lips
that when first mingled with mine
the universe painted my life
with colors unseen to those without love.
Oh, those tender lips!
How understanding
How mature
How amorous
How passionate
I know from the language they speak,
the language mine speak,
that other lips upon mine
would be lost in translation.

Most handsome, your love is
a taste
a glimpse
a gentle touch
of the universe around us.
Your love fulfills me.
It's worth fighting for.
Its value is greater than that
of the many treasures of the world.
It's mine now.
And, I swear,
I will hold it close.
I will hold it as if
the wind could carry it away,
even though the winds
could never steal that from me.
Your love instilled passion into my life.
Your love has set my soul on fire.