I turn my head,
expecting grace
by the look
upon your face
your eyes deep brown,
your aura blue,
I love your complexion,
I love your hue

I look, with modesty,
I look, so shy,
inside the pupil
of thine naked eye
I look, so lovingly,
I look so deep,
inside the heart
of my beloved.

I reach out, to touch,
I reach out, for a kiss,
but stare into my beloved
before the touching, of our lips,
you gently caress me,
your softness, so mild,
I turn into cotton
from the wild.

You make my heart soft
when it feels austere
with your gentle touch
and skin so fair
I caress your sides,
and touch your hair,
my one and only beloved,
is always there.