Your voice, like a river rippling,
waves of goose bumps,
awaken my inner spirit,
fill me with delight.
Your gaze, magnetic, blue
moonlight bright,
clear as the evening night,
gently captures my inner light.
Your heart, speaks softly, soulfully,
whispering faithfully,
sometimes silently,
but never in spite.
Your touch, captivating, tranquil, slight,
caressing me slowly,
surrounding me,
with all of your might.
Your smile, brilliant, bright,
tantalizing, on a steamy summer night,
summoning me gently,
to be your wife.
Apr 11, 2010
Apr 11, 2010 at 1:57 PM UTC
Your voice, like a river rippling,
waves of goose bumps,
awaken my inner spirit,
fill me with delight.
Your gaze, magnetic, blue
moonlight bright,
clear as the evening night,
gently captures my inner light.
Your heart, speaks softly, soulfully,
whispering faithfully,
sometimes silently,
but never in spite.
Your touch, captivating, tranquil, slight,
caressing me slowly,
surrounding me,
with all of your might.
Your smile, brilliant, bright,
tantalizing, on a steamy summer night,
summoning me gently,
to be your wife.
Copyright, Heather Mirassou 2010
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