• Your touch, so soft. Like the feel of egyptian silk.
    Your kiss, sweet as that of ripe rasberries.
    You speak with a voice, that would make Seraphim turn green.
    And have a beauty that even Cherubim must bow before.

    You whisper, sweet lyrics. Your voice so sincere.
    I reach out and pull you close. In my embrace, you lean forward.
    Our lips meet, eyes closed, I can taste your love.
    Sweet, ever so sweet it tastes.

    In my ears, I can hear those words you spoke so sweetly.
    But your voice, in the moment seems of little consequent.
    Words mean little to the vibrant display of love you emanate.
    Your actions, inundate love. Far better then words could ever accomplish.

    Its here holding you, that I find my greatest strength.
    And yet, its in these arms I am weak.
    Its in these arms, that I lose control over my senses.
    Minutes seem hours. Thoughts, simply displaced.

    Love is what I feel for you.
    Love is what I feel from you.
    And the words you spoke:
    "I Love You"