Nothing can compare to the confidence of a woman whose whispered words are meant only for one man to hear Eyes as inviting as a tepid pool on summer's cruelest days A tongue quick to wit But even more captivating when nurturing words escape Her touch so delicate and tender I'm certain she must have wings A spirit which cannot be broken Her wisdom well beyond her earthly years cannot be denied and must not be ignored The soft skin of her hands Feels more precious every time touching my shoulder or intertwined in mine Her smile, oh that enchanting smile! which awakened my soul from a hibernation so deep I feared I'd never know life again Highlights in her amber hair like reflections of the sun off serene waters cascading ever so gently to exquisite shoulders below The nape of her neck more tempting than that apple in Eden Michaelangelo never did sculpt a more perfect form Nor did he ever paint a scene as wonderful as when our lips met that very first time.
Reason for writing:
a special friend
Birth sign: Not entered
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