Heartfelt

My love,

Forgive me
When my words are stowed
In the tremulous touch
Of my fingertips
Skimming along
Your cheekbones;

When my eyes
Shiver wildly;
Trying, impossibly,
To take in all your wonder
In but a moment;

When my lips
Amble artfully along
Your lavender fields,
And my tongue
Trespasses
Amid delicate secrets.



My love,

You are composed of
Stardust and moonlight,
Of seasonal delight:
A soul so gloriously wild;

How winsome you wholly are,
Wide-eyed and forthright,
Polaris in my dark night.

My love,

J’taime que tu sois