Pure as a fallen snowflake, your innocence and beauty transcend the glory of the clouds.
I am bewildered by your beautiful presence, which leaves me hiding behind emotions of passions that I want to enjoy only with you.
This pink rose reminds me of you, for there can be no surrender to sweet love without the gift of freedom.
With your pretty, manicured fingers, kindly touch each word upon the pages of my poetry to feel and learn the meekness of my heart.
The warmth I experience from your smile leaves me envisioning our lips drinking from the same stream flowing from the throne of love.
Without love, what good is wisdom if a man cannot discern the difference between the greatness of a woman's heart and the teardrops of a flower?
My darling, every time you look at me, this pink rose appears in your eyes…whispering my name with a dialect of sweet love.