Her scent wafts alongside her and sinks into my heart; For I have become fixated, by a desire for her touch. She was glorious and overpowering, from the very start; I am hooked and addicted to her love; she is my drug.
She leads me to distraction, for in her I eyes I am lost; Hopelessly infatuated with her, I see only roses. She brings me to Heaven and my trust is all it cost; For she believes in my faithfulness and in her pocket are posies.
Her words are like sunbeams, bringing light to my darkness And our candlelit romantic nights; shall never be soiled. She can remember my love and forget any bitterness; For I am here to cure her heart and our love can never be destroyed.
She is eternally locked, within a memory of happiness; For she brings me warmth, when all else in the world is cold and black. I am alive when our hands are together; embrace me my Goddess. For I am enslaved by your beauty and I shall never fondness lack.
I have no need to speak to her of my lust for her body; Because she can see clearly how much I love her; I glide. In her arms I am forever gladdened, by her proximity; But if she was ever taken from my eyes, I would surely die.
I need her presence beside me, to guide me along; This story of a life, as of yet unseen by the world. But inside her I find, I am locked forever, she is our song; She is a poem, a poetess, a masterpiece…she is my girl.
She is the flick of the last paint stroke, on the Mona Lisa; She is the full stop at the end of a play by Shakespeare. She is the last chip off the shoulder, of the Adonis sculpture; She is the seal to enclose the writings of a scripture of literature.
She is the last second of pregnancy; she is a new born baby. She is the last, she is unique, she broke the mould; she is reverie. She is the Gateway to Heaven; she is the perfect lady. She is Gods day of rest after a week of creating humanity.
She is the last heartbeat of my life and she is love… She makes me complete…she is the perfect finishing touch.