Words can not describe thine beauty
The touch of a rose creates the
sweet sensation of sexuality.

Her aroma fills the room with
the feeling of returning from wartime
the calling of loving comfort

Hair lovelier than a sunflower
never to be picked until the official
day of our lives

As I sit and stare
Living past our expectations
I forget how bare
the accusations made against our speculations
We were made to be no matter the fear