I look at her,
I touch her with my eyes,
I kiss her lips
with softness of my sight.
I eye her up,
I make her giggle, smile,
my eyes on her
like angel\'s feathers lie.
I look at her,
stroking her shiny hair,
she says that eyes
much softer are than hands.
She likes it, when
I touch her in that way,
under my eyes
she slowly melts away.