Felt Beautiful

Her pheonix had risen  
To his Bryon heart  
The spirit of the poet  
Was felt in the way  
He touched her soul  
 
Saw beauty within
She felt beautiful  
Through his eyes  
Weak at the kness  
From his fierce love  
 
He absorbed her cries  
With his mouth  
Kissing her pain  
Tasting her bliss  
In the intimacy of night  
 
He knew her weakness  
Gently he coaxed  
Her sighs  
Turning her weakness  
To a raging fire