I love to watch her rise,
gaze into her amber eyes
from afar,
reflecting their beauty
as she draws her bath,
exposes her porcelain,
flawless
lovely-orbs
to the droplets.

And from
my vantage point
hidden,
I watch her sweetest moments,
fold upon fold,
I am held spellbound,
breathless
to her tender caresses,
lost in the rain
& crying joy.