Feathered filtered light,
Cast like ripples upon your brow,
Earthen shapes and slopes of natures make,
Keep you are as you've been now,
A laugh of sapling youth,
Split echoes of a thousand fold,
Whispered words of scented love,
For the heart lives off words been told.

Simple curve on off the hand,
A century embrace,
As seasons turn and the suns revolve,
How lovely time had held your face.