As I see your bloom all Artistry speaks out,
\'For of your beauty there is no doubt\'.
For this I write as you lay within rest,
Your body much still, and playfully undressed.
And the room still warm from the fallout of play,
By proven to each our Carnel ways.
The tangled sheets like Troubled Waves,
The clothes flung by from the lust we craved ,
To frenzied Highs and Placid Lows,
The grains of Love are in the thirst we show.
Now - Your breathing is soft, such a distant sigh,
But in Passions tide a Primal cry,
And the fall and rise of your breasts give thought,
To the Sculptures art and it\'s beauty caught.
To strike from Stone the form desired,
In your Winter Years all youth admired.
Those Coral Eyes of brightest green,
Now closed in Sleep she lightly dreams
Of Love and all it\'s Tempers bare,
And place herself within its care.
It warms the blood; this lady here,
I crave no Wealth that some hold dear,
What need my Name in Fames gilt tome:
My Worth lies by-
In beauty known.