THE PRECIOUS

Crystal sparkles I see in your eyes
Your love I seek in every face
Regretting not the day I crashed into you
A most remarkable day I must admit
With your skin as smooth as the skies
The curve of your lips like the crescent moon
Your beautiful eyes that peer into the souls of men
Your breath like the scent of a thousand roses
And your hair like finely spun gold
How could one resist such gifts bestowed?
A foolish man I would be to cast you aside
Knowing your mine seems to me like a dream I never want to wake up from
For upon the stormy tides of love
I see your face upon the shores.

By: Okundigie.O.James