Your eyes are an epic poem

A glimpse, to the world, of your grace.

The look upon your face

Melts my heart away. 

Your arms are a warm embrace.

Safety, security, the absence of ill.

You know that I have no chill.

So, Lady, I’m telling you.

Your voice is a silken shroud:

So gentle, flowing like a stream

Sometimes I dream

That voice is soothing me to sleep.

Your love is a saving grace.

I was lost in the wilderness—then I met you.