Essence

Hazel eyes but no lies, pink lips and innocents. My love, can never fade nor can it be trade. And if your love, is like a glove let no one take it.
And don't think about it, for my thought is of you and the very essence of you. For all my senses to heal and feel your love. Let it be lifted high above the clouds like a dove. For in a crowd of many you are the apple of my eye.