O thy Love whilst Last of thee for me or thy Love wilt . Her eyes Like a brown sea of stars Like a Blanket on wait no.... caresses my soul. Her fragrance while nearing and her hair beautiful in a quiet Midnight sky O how I yearn the greatest yet simple touch of sweet smooth flesh of caramel soft voice of passion O voice of loves Sweet kiss for not worry nor fear of my most deepest gift I share... Heart for thou art here Inside..............