Her hands are flowers,
eyes jewels of secret stone and fire,
treasure deep within fabled rooms,
her lips petals of forgotten tropical blooms,
her voice a soft wind blowing on the lyre,
her hips are strong and made for birthing dreams,
her darling kiss,
flowing beautiful waters,
a gentle stream,
a forgotten city where birds of paradise sing,
and if she calls you lover,
do not forsake her for others,
do you not see that you have been blessed,
to find sweet solace in her breast,
do not look away or chase another,
she will be your faithful darling,
if you love her,
she will always be your lover.
(c) dm 2017