Yeux d'étoile
Sourire claire comme le soleil.
Et chaud comme c'est rayon.
Et une bénédiction au jour.
Lérre délicat et douce comme la matin
rosée.
Avee une briller sur elle la figure ce pouroir
seul venir du lune.
Tout ce mondain chose je comparer tu;
Mais nul comparer à vous.
"Good morning", he breaths softly as he gently kisses her forehead with his eyes still half closed. He's reverted on her as she sleeps. He thinks to himself; "Beauty of angels."Not even Michelangelo could paint a better portrait. For ten years now I've woken to the same sight, and every morning is new to me. Just as the day we met so many years ago. Smiles from heaven, smile on me. And smiles from fate, smile for me. For this is real, it's true, It's love, it's home.She is my east, just as everyday is new. For me, she is as well. Therefore, I know I am the luckiest man in the world. Because I truly rise with the sun. The light of the world. I watch her rehemantly as she promenade from the bed, only wearing herself. Look at her, such pride and elegance in her stride. that's grace in her sway. The sixteenth chapel does not compare. She's a unpainted canvas, uniquely touched by merit and hands of Aphrodite. For I look on, at my goddess of love and beauty.
I scrutinize her in the shower through the steam. A Great Wonder of God's creation. That dark flowing hair like a horse's mane. Her long planar neck. One that all would desire to kiss over and over, again and again; Never to be satisfied. Solely to mover on to her shoulder, arms, and hands. All equally beautiful. Nonpareil her soft, gentle touch and her warm sensual embrace. Mounds are her breasts: Round, Full, From. While her nipples protrude from a perfect body. En cloaked in a gorgeous smooth tone. Comely rivulets come, to scintillate in the stream; Just thought the mist. In awe I look on. Woolgathering I must be. To see perfection with me. I know now, that I am truly blessed all the more. A brief kiss before we are off to start our perspective days. Though the kiss was brief. It stopped the world from spinning. Birds stopped singing. All was made quiet, tranquil, silenced, peaceful, lull. Even time stopped to stand still. Before the day started I wished it to end. To be away from her is my heart's greatest err. Then I feel it, the wind, the birds sing, and the world spins again.
As she says goodbye, and saunters away. May the day be as brief as that kiss, I pray.
Again I watch and stare. Only this time it is not her who I watch. Now it is time that I watch. Her sapor is cold and bitter., Her silence is pain. She laughs at sanity and justifies the insane. Woe, this hag we call time. Woe to me, for she shows no sympathy. My heat's pain is her heat's pleasure. Through this storm, I shelter her from the weather. Throe rains down on me amaranthinly, never stopping. In my heart I cry for mercy. Thoughts of the morning brings my heart clemency. Bethinks of my sweet. Watching her sleep. Watching her shower. Watching her prepare for the day. That kiss, That sweet goodbye, and her walking away. If on;y for a second I envisage heaven. Those thoughts will carry me throughout the day. 'Til I can once again say, Hello! To my love, my heart, my life, my wife.
The day has ended. To home my heart races. It is my heat, my body chases. My heart arrives first. Yet we arrive at the same time.
opening the door, the sight, simply divine. There she stands. God'd gift to me. How fortuitous could one man be? Furthermore, what are the odds of that man being me? We sit to dinner. But food is of no concern, she is my sustenance, my nourishment: all I need to survive. She feeds my heart and soul. With that I live. Wines we drink are all but bitter measured to her. There is nothing that taste as as she. For me. taste. Because all will be compared to her.Now that the day draws to a close she with all virtue and perfection, uphold all roles. Now's the time to let go and give me control. A solace bath awaits. Along with flowers, candles and oils; and I consuetuded as you gladden.
All tension is released as the water cascade's down her back. She's relaxed. Amazing, how something so strong could be so soft. Oh The Heavens!!!!!! This gift bestowed upon me and all I see. Blessings! Blessings! Blessings! Blessed! I lay my head with the west. The sun sets and all light evanescence from the world. For she sleeps, and so shall I. The alarm clock sounds. I rise to a new day and an empty bed. My sweet, sweet love, was no more than a dream. Back to this lonely dismal life. Lost to love. Having her never to know me. And I only knowing her in my dreams. Today those days end. Today I find her. To be with her eternally. I cease this day cessation with the last. Words from the book, " Love Poems In The Language Of Love."
Doux le son
Pourtant
créve-coeur
le mot,
Adieu....
translation for the first part:
Star Eyes
Light smile like the sun.
And it's hot as radius.
And a blessing day.
Delicate and sweet as the morning Lerre
dew.
Avee a shine on her figure it pouroir
only come from the moon.
All worldly things I compare you;
But none compare to you.
translation for the second part:
Sweet the sound
however
heartbreak
word,
Farewell ....
Sourire claire comme le soleil.
Et chaud comme c'est rayon.
Et une bénédiction au jour.
Lérre délicat et douce comme la matin
rosée.
Avee une briller sur elle la figure ce pouroir
seul venir du lune.
Tout ce mondain chose je comparer tu;
Mais nul comparer à vous.
"Good morning", he breaths softly as he gently kisses her forehead with his eyes still half closed. He's reverted on her as she sleeps. He thinks to himself; "Beauty of angels."Not even Michelangelo could paint a better portrait. For ten years now I've woken to the same sight, and every morning is new to me. Just as the day we met so many years ago. Smiles from heaven, smile on me. And smiles from fate, smile for me. For this is real, it's true, It's love, it's home.She is my east, just as everyday is new. For me, she is as well. Therefore, I know I am the luckiest man in the world. Because I truly rise with the sun. The light of the world. I watch her rehemantly as she promenade from the bed, only wearing herself. Look at her, such pride and elegance in her stride. that's grace in her sway. The sixteenth chapel does not compare. She's a unpainted canvas, uniquely touched by merit and hands of Aphrodite. For I look on, at my goddess of love and beauty.
I scrutinize her in the shower through the steam. A Great Wonder of God's creation. That dark flowing hair like a horse's mane. Her long planar neck. One that all would desire to kiss over and over, again and again; Never to be satisfied. Solely to mover on to her shoulder, arms, and hands. All equally beautiful. Nonpareil her soft, gentle touch and her warm sensual embrace. Mounds are her breasts: Round, Full, From. While her nipples protrude from a perfect body. En cloaked in a gorgeous smooth tone. Comely rivulets come, to scintillate in the stream; Just thought the mist. In awe I look on. Woolgathering I must be. To see perfection with me. I know now, that I am truly blessed all the more. A brief kiss before we are off to start our perspective days. Though the kiss was brief. It stopped the world from spinning. Birds stopped singing. All was made quiet, tranquil, silenced, peaceful, lull. Even time stopped to stand still. Before the day started I wished it to end. To be away from her is my heart's greatest err. Then I feel it, the wind, the birds sing, and the world spins again.
As she says goodbye, and saunters away. May the day be as brief as that kiss, I pray.
Again I watch and stare. Only this time it is not her who I watch. Now it is time that I watch. Her sapor is cold and bitter., Her silence is pain. She laughs at sanity and justifies the insane. Woe, this hag we call time. Woe to me, for she shows no sympathy. My heat's pain is her heat's pleasure. Through this storm, I shelter her from the weather. Throe rains down on me amaranthinly, never stopping. In my heart I cry for mercy. Thoughts of the morning brings my heart clemency. Bethinks of my sweet. Watching her sleep. Watching her shower. Watching her prepare for the day. That kiss, That sweet goodbye, and her walking away. If on;y for a second I envisage heaven. Those thoughts will carry me throughout the day. 'Til I can once again say, Hello! To my love, my heart, my life, my wife.
The day has ended. To home my heart races. It is my heat, my body chases. My heart arrives first. Yet we arrive at the same time.
opening the door, the sight, simply divine. There she stands. God'd gift to me. How fortuitous could one man be? Furthermore, what are the odds of that man being me? We sit to dinner. But food is of no concern, she is my sustenance, my nourishment: all I need to survive. She feeds my heart and soul. With that I live. Wines we drink are all but bitter measured to her. There is nothing that taste as as she. For me. taste. Because all will be compared to her.Now that the day draws to a close she with all virtue and perfection, uphold all roles. Now's the time to let go and give me control. A solace bath awaits. Along with flowers, candles and oils; and I consuetuded as you gladden.
All tension is released as the water cascade's down her back. She's relaxed. Amazing, how something so strong could be so soft. Oh The Heavens!!!!!! This gift bestowed upon me and all I see. Blessings! Blessings! Blessings! Blessed! I lay my head with the west. The sun sets and all light evanescence from the world. For she sleeps, and so shall I. The alarm clock sounds. I rise to a new day and an empty bed. My sweet, sweet love, was no more than a dream. Back to this lonely dismal life. Lost to love. Having her never to know me. And I only knowing her in my dreams. Today those days end. Today I find her. To be with her eternally. I cease this day cessation with the last. Words from the book, " Love Poems In The Language Of Love."
Doux le son
Pourtant
créve-coeur
le mot,
Adieu....
translation for the first part:
Star Eyes
Light smile like the sun.
And it's hot as radius.
And a blessing day.
Delicate and sweet as the morning Lerre
dew.
Avee a shine on her figure it pouroir
only come from the moon.
All worldly things I compare you;
But none compare to you.
translation for the second part:
Sweet the sound
however
heartbreak
word,
Farewell ....
