A thick forest, lush and full,
The ocean at midnight with ebony waves that reach for the shore,
A wild vine that reaches for more,
A gentle snow capped hill come eventide,
An impenetrable mass which curls toward your ear as if to confide
Secrets as dark as your mane,
Tendrils that no one in their right mind would wish to tame.
Your ear is a delicate cup to entrap drops of conversation,
A ruddy shell to snare auditory stimulation.
Your neck is a smooth, slender stalk of support,
A flagpole to hold your face aloft during an angry retort.
It is an ivory pedestal to shelter the handsome face
That makes every female's heart race.
Your neck is the svelte limb of a weeping willow tree,
Flexible, yet strong for all to see.
And oh! your full lips, they would make a nun blush
At the mere image of feeling them flush
Against her own...They are twin ribbons of silk so fine
That I would give all for them to touch mine.
Your lips embody God's compassion and power,
Capable of gentleness but able to devour.
Your lips resemble two slices of ripe cantaloupe;
Your lips are as refreshing as someone offering salvation and hope.
Your lips are like twin idols of human supremacy,
They are the knightss in shining armor in every girl's fantasy.
Your lips are as delicate as a newborn kitten
And as warming as a frostbitten hand's mitten.
I have saved the best for last, it may come as no surprise,
That your most attractive facial feature are your eyes.
Your eyes are brimming with personal mysteries,
They are as enigmatic as the seas.
Your eyes are twin pools of heated emotion,
Eyes that are alight with internal motion.
Your eyes may shed the most precious tears, like molten gold,
Eyes in which one could watch forever unfold.
Your eyes are the deepest shade possible of velvety brown,
And eyes in which would could drown.
They say one can be lost by looking into another's eyes,
And at first, I thought this to be a lie.
But I know you would prove it to be true,
For anyone could become hopelessly lost in you.
Your eyes convey spring's warmth to those who they alight upon,
And bring December's icy chill once your gaze is gone.
Every movie I watch with you in it speeds up my heartbeat,
But I morosely acknowledge that we will never meet.
But that is the stuff dreams are made for, right?
So you can be rest assured that I will have a beautiful dream yet again tonight.
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