Life is a book, of chapters unwritten.
The chapters are years, some are smitten,
With month's twelve paragraphs of truth and lies,
That bring happiness and sadness with cries.
Some books are short, some are extended,
Only your God will know, what's intended.
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