Your eyes shine
as the stars of heaven,
your lips are the colour of the sunset,
and as sweet as honey.

Your neck is as an ivory tower,
your bosom, like sisters of desire,
your belly, like the hard flat plains of the desert,
and I long to explore the richness of your valley.

My breath is all but stopped
as I gaze upon your loveliness,
at the way your long tresses of golden hair
caress your shoulders.

The way your nose wrinkles
when you smile,
a smile that causes a small dimple
to play upon your cheek.

Beauty is your name,
perfection your attribute,
and I am but a pilgrim
on a journey to worship at your altar.

Look upon me with kindness,
turn not away from my attention,
rather, entertain my longing,
and satisfy my want.

Then my days will be filled with gladness,
and my nights with serenity.
forever will your name be upon my lips,
and your beauty in my vision.

by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul