The Valley of Your Smile

My fingers are a boat, Navigating the river of your skin. Through the bog & long blades of grass, I picked for you a bush of roses. In the hopes of making you smile, Wandering away with thoughts of you. The kind of peace brought soon as I see your face. Though the sun has yet to rise I’ve sunk down in the pores of your skin. Searching for the best flowers I can find. Day after day Night after night. I’ve dived & I’ve sunk Curious of what I’ll find, At times I didn’t want to leave. My fingers free to roam the curves Of your body with nothing to tie them down. Your body a wave gentle & smooth, Guiding me to where I sought In mind body & spirit. Through the bog & long blades of grass. I placed all the flowers I found in your heart. Wild & free Tomorrow, I’ll return to do the same To watch the sunrise of your cheeks