Oh her eyes
Oh her eyes...
Those beautiful, sparkling eyes,
The source of all her passions,
The teller of no lies.
Oh her lips...
Those soft and tender lips,
Where upon the glass of life,
She savours and she sips.
Oh her hair...
Her sunlit golden hair,
That drapes upon her shoulders,
Showing perfection, oh so rare.
Oh her face...
Her stunning, beguiling face,
Where heaven can be sought,
And God can be embraced.
Oh her form...
Her delicate, slender form,
In dreams, beside me lay...
So tender and so warm.
Oh her soul...
Her gentle caring soul,
That longs for love in life,
Yet, life just can’t console.
Oh God, Oh her...
With her imperfections much,
Yet, when I think of love,
It’s her soul I long to touch.
