Her Silhouette
Is filled with the best
You know, that jar that God told everyone don’t touch
No Angel could peak
No human could approach
No devil could steal
For it had the Lord’s seal
Opened on this special day
Crafted by Him
Eyes smoother than silk
Lips soothing like a mist
Skin as soft as her kiss
Set me a table
To feast on your love
And to drink of your beauty
To bathe in your intellect
And to patch my wounds with your joy
I’m hungry
“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.”
