Is when I see...
The dripping rays of sunshine
that pass between my fingers.
The colors of the Rainbow
dancing off your hair.
The soft round tummy of
Is when I realize...
That the crying baby in church
two pews back,
(lends credence to the
gospel and why we must survive.)
That a single flower growing
between a sidewalk crack,
(reminds us through beauty there
is strength in the harshness of life.)
The greatest perfection so perfect
to me. Is that which I cannot realize
In the depth of your eyes,
(what no words could describe.)
The slender shape of your legs,
(arouse desires deep inside.)
The fine mist after-love that pearls
to your skin,
(leaves me both done and wanting, wishing
never to end.)
Such perfection keeps me always with you,
(Perfect is that which is never complete
and always pursued.)