A Simple Embrace

If I to anyone could give a hug,
I would give one to the one that I love.
A tender embrace to fill me with warmth,
and show her a direct route to my heart.
There's never a time that I can't imagine,
her arms around me in an innocent passion.

There are all types of passion
to be learned from a hug.
But if you for once can try to imagine,
she is the half to the whole of a red box of my love
that holds dear the key to my heart.

Together we create radiating warmth,
that is the same as the warmth
of the Caribbean waters caressing the beach with a passion
felt only from the depths of its heart.
As I give her my hug,
she smiles with an undying love
and her eyes are too beautiful to imagine.

Sometimes I can imagine
that we're flying like birds toward the warmth
of the sun, or a flower of blossoming love
which a butterfly kisses for the nectar of passion
that comes from one heartfelt hug,
and is formed from inside of your heart.

As she slips away, I can feel my heart
in my ears beating like drums, to imagine
the meaning of the wonderful hug.
In my arms I can see the heat waves of warmth
come only from the passion
of the innocence of the embrace from our love.

It is not a real love
If it not come from the heart
and does not have some small hint of passion.
Nor can I ever imagine
ever losing that valuable warmth
that comes from a passionate hug.

A tiny red rose is an unquestioned hug,
and I'll never forget her great warmth.
Next time we'll have a good kiss, I imagine.