Never Telling

Sunshine is swelling, in the formation of those lips.
And somehow, cold winds are still swaying in your hips.
Like alpenglow off the mountains, your eyes demand attention.
Though your voice is quiet, they all hear with deep affection.
The hair that's ever flowing, healthy, soft and free;
The hair that I wish, could have grown on me.
Your skin remains so ageless, ever clean with innocenced glow.
Everything so flawless, but there's something not for show.
I refuse to think you're perfect, but I won't beg you for your secrets.
For I, too, hide within lies...
No, I won't let out our secret.