I write of a woman who I love with all I have.
A woman who is as fair as the winter snow.
Eyes as warm as the summer morning sunshine.
Lips red like the shade of a setting sun.
Hair that the four winds caress and kiss.
And a smile that make even mother nature jealous.
And the sun, the moon, the earth and the stars are but,
poets to sing how humbling her beauty is to them.
And I am the keeper of her heart. The owner of her love.
The servant to her footsteps. The guide to her hands.
She loves me. And I love her more for it.
The woman who is my life, my heart, my soul, my all.