I am so tired, I have said,
To write these sad words, of dread,
That I now must find, for me,
Something, so lovely, for me to see,
To help me write, about the love,
Provided by the Great God, up above.
Golden skin rippling
like the waters of the Nile.
Snowy, white teeth, reflecting
threads of light from your smile.
Milk chocolate eyes, blinding,
those who dare to pause.
Lilting laughter, falling
gently about my ears
for no reason. Just because