Your eyes, a wonder without parallel, I’d say,And your soft skin, sacred ground where light may play. A charm whiskers, a sweet plea, a secret untold,Silent seduction, my spirit you hold, bold.But I confess, my words are short, they’re vain,No poet’s grace, no versa without my brain. So let the grand rhythm, the heart’s own way,Be love our guide, come what may, every day.