My Lover

His amber, bewitching eyes are a sea of gold, in which i helplessly drown every time his gaze lingers on me.
His hair, dark and obsidian, shines like a raven's wing as it dances with the wind like wild horses running through a green field, chasing the eagles that soar the cerulean skies. His long, unwavering tresses feel like fine silk between my fingers.
His scarlet lips, small and soft, are bewitching and irresistible; his kisses are sweeter than honey and more precious than gold.
His scarred arms, strong and safe, are like an ancient castle where i find peace, comfort and warmth.
His hands, firm and reassuring are moved by raw passion; his touch is urgent, yet soft and gentle.
His heart, pure and loyal, overflows with true love: redder than blood, purest than crystalline water.
His voice, silvery and enchanting, always fills my ears with sweet, delightful and sincere words, which i treasure deep within my fragile heart.