Your...

Your dark eyes

easy to read

Your wide smile

pleasing to see

Your calloused hands

beautiful to hold

Your soft skin

smooth to rub against

Your deep voice

gentle and soft

Your crafty words

spin in my head

 

Yours i shall always be

though mine you'll never be.

 

 

 

Reviews

[dante alexius]

the irony reigns in this beautiful poem..

i love it