Would that I could dream
I could picture
nothing
quite as  beautiful than you
no flower
with thy bloom
nor scent
it's caress against my hand
would seem so rough
compared
with thine one sweet hand
no bird song
nor babbling brook
could seemingly replace
the gentleness of your laughter
for tis the very essence
of my every
waking thought
like a sensual lullabye
no tree swaying in the breeze
could dare to match thy matchless grace
for your every movement
like the shimmering heat of the summer sun
playing light upon the watchers eyes
if I could but dream I should never dream
such beauty such as you