Of You
I drink of the sparkle in your eyes.
I breathe deeply the sound of your laughter
The scent of your presence brings to my face a smile
The melody of your voice is a feast
The sweet wine of your lips intoxicates me completely.
So special are you but you do not see you for what you are
You are the rose among thorns. you are the morning dew.
You are a new babes' cry, you are the first kiss...and the last.
You are the essence of eternity, the sun and the moon.
my every desire, my only prayer.
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