Porcelain skin and chestnut locks,
Her smile brightens my most dismal day.
Is that a halo on her head?
Her voice is like a golden harp in play.

In my mind she owns a lofty perch,
One of which I dare not ascend.
For surely I do not deserve,
what God himself would have to lend.

An angel once naïve and green,
amazed at all the world around.
With each new day, her wisdom grew,
surveying each new thing she found.

One “new” thing she found was me,
but like the Oracle’s eyes now open wide,
surely she will come to see,
everything within I try to hide.

The doubt that fills each of my days…
The idleness I oft display….
Beneath my charming disposition…
are malicious forces hard at play.

I would take you with me in an instant
Where to? I can’t truly say.
So as not to worry others,
We’ll leave a note that says “We’ve gone away!”

I think of you now all my days,
..your perfume’s still on my mind.
I can’t remember what you called it,
but it now haunts me all the time

Your memory stalks me in my sleep
And occupies my dreams.
It’s hard to believe that just one woman,
could rip me at the seams.

It’s no secret how badly I ache for you,
…at least it’s not from you or me.
I only wish it could be open,
for me to cry my heartfelt plea.

“I love you and I always have,
from our very first embrace.
I love you and I always will
God bless your smiling face.”