Her

Enchanted by these two bale fires of jade before me, their soft spring green gives life to my smile, and I willingly become their prisoner. I wait eagerly next to her, ignoring the rise of this morning’s sun, for there is no more wondrous view to behold than the emerald dawn of her eyes opening. Their beauty gives light to the room that the envious morning sun never could. As warm and tender as love itself, I endearingly hold each kiss as precious as the first. The gentle touch of her lips, rolls my very soul as the seas tide. I float helplessly in its ebb and flow. As each kiss comes to its inevitable close, just as the tides themselves pull away, my lips draw helplessly with hers, as a sparrows feather on waves break, and coming to rest on the beach of kisses end, I wait longingly for her lips next tide, to carry me away again.