I want these words to match your being;
strength for strength, grace for grace
(that you might see my eyes are seeing
more than hands can merely trace).

I want these words to plunge the deepest
pools of reason in your eyes
(the open secret that you keep as
shallow men see summer skies).

I want these words to touch your spirit
(not to capture or to hold,
but share it, cherish and be near it)
as I'd touch your hair of gold.

I want these words to match your being
(honest as your arms' embrace).
My spirit, body, mind agreeing -
beauty in your soul and face.