Ode To You

It is not how you look, But how I see you, With chaste heart and pure eyes, I solemnize you, My beloved, I restraining my fervent blood, To be recognize not, I quietly awake, But you bed yourself in my lines, As in placid lakes, Or wave-foam Earth music Seas fragrance In you, Nakedly clear, And beautiful to me, Whether it is your strong hands, On my breast, At a primal touch, Or your ultra thick lips, Like a musical instrument, The essentials of your skin, Color and redolence. The deep landscape And meekness of your eyes. You steal my breathe in a verse, And I keep writing to you my love. Copyright©ElenaToledo2009