Your rosy lips, makes that precious smile of yours.

Your hair falls in place when you move it from your lips

Your scent of summer azaleas and autumn honeysuckle that lingers when you walk by.

Your eyes hide a secret. But God forbid that anyone knows it.

How you left me weak when you spoke is a mystery.

Such intelligence you have a hidden is unspoken for, but please, don’t stop.

I want to hear more.