You are poetry, to be written,
You are the lyrics, Of a love song,
And the verese, of a sensuous sonnet,
Not yet, thought of,
By men seeking true love.
You are that gleam,
In the eyes of passion,
You are that beat,
That tribulates, a heart senseless.
You are that smile,
After pure, affectionate love,
Brought down with ecstasy,
From the heavens above.
You are that eternal,
Flame,
That burns deep,
In my heart and soul.