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