Your graces burn in front of my eyes.

What sweet gesture, how you mesmerise!

Auburn hair, cherry lips, eyes opal like,

Smile unkempt, careless and wide .

Holy graces of you make me call to my stars.

Just be betrothed there and be who you are.

Skin like honey, all scarred and pretty,

Lashes like ebony, ragged beard, a serenity.

Your voice all broken from the reluctance of dawn:

All manhood inside it , veiled but surface on.

If love is an abyss then I'd fall headfirst;

For your charm , your heart and myriad tinges of lust .

I'd burn for you in the flames of allure ;

How you come as you are, so true, pure.