The secret poem I never told her.

Birds do sing at her arrival,
her grace and decency awaits.
Her air of beauty controls me,
and throws my life at the fates.

She tempts me to her with a song,
a song in the form of words.
But her voice is so very tuneful,
it may soothe the deepest of hurts.

Her aura beckons me closer,
her smell, a sensuous rose.
Her compassion for life is eternal,
I look in her eyes and it shows.

Sheer presence of her stuns many,
for she is a beauteous soul.
her incredible majesty proves to all,
that of the situation, she has control.

Her figure is taken from venus,
her breast, cradled with care.
Her eyes hold infinite mercy,
The warmth of her hazel stare.

When she appears to be pleased,
an infectuous smile is displayed.
lips so perfect like peaches,
A face an angel hath made.