In the quiet morning, I do recall
How sweet to know her love is all
A man might ever want, ever desire
To ignite the magic to caress her fire.
Deep inside my mind I wonder aloud
Is this true love we swoon, allowed.
We are a passionate soul holding arms
We might offer solace, romantic alarms.
While a day becomes the hours and minutes
I ponder her beauty, an elegance submits
My heart to pure mystique, a love is true
When fantasy soars sweet sky in pastel blue.
When skin alive becomes my reminder today
To touch, to hold, I do celebrate your stay.