Oh her eyes...
Those beautiful, sparkling eyes,
The source of all her passions,
The teller of no lies.
Oh her lips...
Those soft and tender lips,
Where upon the glass of life,
She savours and she sips.
Oh her hair...
Her dark hair,
That drapes upon her shoulders,
Showing perfection, oh so rare.
Oh her face...
Her stunning, beguiling face,
Where heaven can be sought,
And God can be embraced.
Oh her form...
Her delicate, slender form,
In dreams, beside me lay...
So tender and so warm.
Oh her soul...
Her gentle caring soul,
That longs for love in life,
Yet, life just can't console.
Oh God, Oh her...
With her imperfections much,
Yet, when I think of love,
It?s her soul I long to touch.
PART 2
You, who are my immortal light,
I ask that you save me from my eternal plight.
You, who are my love and my life,
I plead that you save me from this immortal strife.
You, who are the one I treasure most,
I beg that you lead me to a forgotten coast.
You, who are the one of which I dream,
I request that you remain all that you seem.
You, who are the one I most desire,
I ask that you stoke my inner fire.
You, who are most pristine,
I beg that you heed my lonely keen.
You, who are the only one for me,
I ask that you remain all that I see.
You, who are my love and my life,
I plead that you save me form this immortal strife.
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