Messy mop of hair

Auburn mahogany and ash

What color are their eyes?

Well I am glad you asked

Green, but grey in the dusk

And blue in the dawn

Frekles like spots on a fawn

Hands that perfectly hold mine

And lips that kiss so fine

They never cross the line

Words smooth like butter

Honey or wind

Hugs so gentle from behind

So glad I can call them mine

They shine like the sun

And are wise like the moon

Dance like the stars

And sing like the sea

They are beautiful

And I don’t have to say who they are

Can’t you see?