The Most Beautiful Poem

Your face is like a poem where every line fits just right to tell the story the poet must tell.
Your hair is like the finest of silken parchment in which the beauty of the story can only be penned.
Your eyes are like the watermark on that parchment to testify it is the only true copy to exist.
Your body makes up the prose of something so special that it must stay covered when it is not being read.
Your mind transports the reader through the poem from where it began to where it ends like that of a boat through the calm waters of a river.
And your lips are the seal to let all those interested know that only the "ONE" can read this poem.