The Beauty Of Your Garden

Your hair hangs in your face,
like a weeping willow tree
that blows and shimmers in the wind.
I use my fingers to brush it out of way.
I see the eyes reflect the sunlight like pools of water,
that my soul gets lost therein.
Your voice is like a beautiful nightingale song,
that soothes the worries of my mind.
Your lips are like a luscious red apple,
so sweet and yet so temping.
Your cheeks are like a red rose,
but even roses pale in comparison to your beauty.
Your smell is intoxicating, like a garden of flowers.
I hear your laughter. It warms me like fire,
on very cold night.
I feel your skin, soft and smooth like satin,
You are the total package.
And it seems that I only scratch the surface of beauty.
Your touch is like a spark that ignites my passion.
Your body soft as a baby blanket that I could hold against my body forever.