Your eyes, a wonder without parallel, I’d say,And your soft skin, sacred ground where light may play.A charm whispers, 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 verse within my brain.So let the grand rhythm, the heart’s own sway,Be love our guide, come what may, every day.