The beauty of your garden
Your hair hangs in your face,
like a weeping willow tree
that blows and shimmers in the wind.
I use my fingers to brush it out of way.
I see the eyes reflect the sunlight like pools of water,
that my soul gets lost therein.
Your voice is like a beautiful nightingale song,
that soothes the worries of my mind.
Your lips are like luscious a red apple,
so sweet and yet so temping.
Your cheeks are like a red rose,
but even roses pale in comparison to your beauty.
Your smell is intoxicating like a garden of flowers.
I hear your laughter it warms me like fire,
on very cold night.
I feel your skin soft and smooth like satin,
you are the total package.
And it seems that I only scratch the surface of beauty.
Your touch is like spark that ignite my passion.
Your body soft as baby blanket that I could hold against my body forever.
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