your eyes are glistening,
as I'm patiently listening
to the sweet melody of
your preaching.

you're seeing right
through me or so I think,
if I think too hard I might just
blink and miss the sight of
the rosy pink lips that
roll like waves on a calm ocean.

I'm stunned by your motion.
an angel of heaven.
the way I speak of you
is like a fable. but how can I not
when I am unable to envision
anyone more perfect than your
beauty.

a collision of wonder
and sense fill my mind
with confusion and passion.