4/25/15

Your lips like silk,
Your smile saccharine sweet.
Your eyes plain, serious, simple,
A connection when mine and yours meet.

Your hands perfect for mine,
Your arms like home to me.
Our heart's aligned,
A love anyone could see.

The pure thought of you gives me shivers,
I love when you smile at me.
Your perfection never ceases,
It's a constant thing to me.

And although you don't believe that I'm talking about you,
I hope you take this poem as a chivalrous clue.
Of my poem this is the last part,
But I want you to know the mere sight of you pierces my heart.

-K.A.M.R