Your eyes are full of mystery

Like the soft damp mists of a summers dawn.

You move like a quiet wind

Caressing, touching all as you pass

Your face is as a snowstorm, so cold

But that melts in a warm embrace

Your touch is like a tropical storm

That whips the tide and soaks the land

Your tears are like the monsoon rain

That must give way to bright new days

Your heart is like the beating sun

That burns or warms your suitors ardour

I see you every day

And everyday my love must grow

And everyday I see you as more perfect

Than the day that was before

More perfect in every way

Except perhaps one tiny flaw

One tiny thing that I may wish to change

If I could ever get that close to you

You never get the weather right

©LawRouge