A face that lights the darkest days and eyes that can shine any clouds away. Lips like wine so soft and sweet and a face of an Angel as she lies in her sleep.
Thy form dear Vixen; more lovely than a summer day, as the cherry blossoms fall away
Your lips are like sweet melons taste;
Eagerly awaiting her lovers embrace.....
Eyes like suns that burn within my soul with thoughts that carry me to worlds unknown....
Hair like flaxen threads of gold so soft and long; capturing my heart and entangles my soul
Wish but I could stay this heavenly sleep, for in your arms my thoughts would keep....  A. H. GOLDSMITH