The beauty of a woman
Is a sacred mystery
Wrapped in a wondrous dream,
Illuminated by starlight,
Bordered by gold,
Set with diamonds,
Sculpted in divinity,
Filled with love,
Immersed in emotion,
Laced with compassion,
And seen only with the heart.
Starlight Passion
Kiss me under the starlight, and let’s exchange loving whispers; see my joyous cries as my loving heart quivers; tell me your feelings and pour out your heart; tell me the things that you think in the dark. Sing me sweet songs of your beauty and love; release my spirit and let me fly like a dove. My love, you are my sunshine; you are my light; you are my angel, and you are my life. I’ll caress your face in the dark of the night; I will please you endlessly in the morning light; I had dreamt of you in an autumn’s dream; I had seen your reflection in a peaceful stream. Then you came to me on a winter’s night, and shared a passionate kiss, under bright starlight; I held you closely, emotions deep within. You whispered softly, “Let our love begin.”
