Beloved

She touches, softly, gently, with silken hands
Her warmth felt long after, its fleeting moment
Her smiles sets afire, my inner self,
for in her face there's beauty my word cannot describe

When she passes, slowly, unknowingly
I dwell, in her body's perfume,
And as her face turns, and our eyes meet,
I stand, lost forever, in her beautiful face

Just for a moment, tiny and small
i see through her eyes, her beautiful soul,
and then she moves, the moment is lost
but in my mind i see, the shadow of its touch.

In the dark, when my eyes are closed,
The memory she left, settles, comfortablij
sharing its warmth like a blanket,
soft as silk, and even more precious.

As the morning whispers its golden secret,
Her loving presence, still nests in my soul
My dearest memory, never to leave,
burnt fires, in places, that never knew warmth.