Bliss

You are the epitome, of all women, The unconditional love that your givin, My days and nights, there's a continuous wish That you remain in my heart, that would be "Bliss" Thou art the air in my lung's,the taste on my tounge,You are simply the best, The epitome of all the rest, The complete and uncontested, love That I have, every last dream together, We did grab,So I ask thee, to be gentle, don't Be so harsh,my soul, all my wrongs, did you wash In closing, you are my everything Possibly the one who makes the birds sing.