How medieval are your eyes. They rise and fall with the sun; playfully crossing the sky within your gaze I see the eternal sun. Your eyelashes are like feathered gates into which I dream of you.
Your smile is a gift upon your face, only kings deserve to share. Your eyebrows guide my fingertips as I caress your face. And the bridge of your nose is a perch I rest upon to take in all of you.
What cannot be hidden cannot be disguised with a mere veil. Nor can anything vain or foreign come between us. You are my diamond shining in a sea of glass and I see everything about you.
Sing to my heart now in the whisper that carries me away. Within the infinite pools that cascade effortlessly from your eyes I am drowning in your love. You are my beloved in whom I am most taken.
BB2013