Is it your hair
that worships this face?
Swirls and vines its way,
shielding a frame to this place.
Is it your eyes
that warms this embrace?
Connects and holds,
two masses in one place.
Is it your smile
that intoxicates this space?
Blossoms and plumes,
emotion all over this place.
Is it your love
that has made this rhyme?
Breathing life into words,
from your spirit to mine.
