The coolness of my eyes
The garment of my soul
‘tis all I need to make me whole

My lips on her lips
From whence she sipped
Will fill the void, between cup and lip

Beauty reserved
For the beholder beholden
Elevates her words, still unspoken

Bejewelled with modesty
But never frigid
‘tis a treasure, rarely acquired

My companion eludes me
My resolve still unshaken
Never will I rest, until I’m taken

My Future Wife

by Cynically Jaded

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