My pen carresses the paper,
Offering sweet compliments and words,
It whispers gentle phrases of desire,
As gentle a touch as a bird,
A lovingly touch, the paper embraces,
And gathers the passionate admirations,
And displays them proudly upon her skin,
Basking in the wonderous sensations,
As others pass and see her now,
Throughout her entirety the words that are woven,
They smile as they grasp the beauty in words,
Full of compassion and emotion,
For words are much more than a deffinate fact,
They are feelings concealed within shapes,
A picture we see without eyes,
Of another world they conjure and create.
~Eve Rosehill