Break the silence with your chirping, deep in the trees
“Sway dear old tree the winds have blown”, she said
It’s not a simple pleasure in my head
It’s way beyond basic physiology or probably even possibly
Thee only prize I seek,
My very own lottery,
A blessing wrapped in skin,
My own portrait of a perfect skyline painted on YOUR skin,
Peaceful waters in your eyes I make sure they never storm,
Even the clouds in your hair, puffy in the morning,
I love to see them form…
So I’m up late night stargazing at your sky,
Shining stars over shredded skies,
So tender, I stay captivated by your everlasting beauty,
I remain amazed, as you start setting off beyond the horizon,
And as the sun started rising I could still feel your touch wondering around my atmosphere,
The sun was casting golden prisms through an early morning haze, showing the beauty that pierced through the morning light,
You where as beautiful as a thousand splendid golden prisms,
You were simply magnificent.
In my eyes no image could replace that of yours.
You are indeed a blessing.