Why's the morning grass, covered with dew,
Reminding me of my love for you?
Is it because, on some future day
The love we knew, will go away?
It is not for us to understand.
Life will end and be so grand.
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