Your face….

Your face..

My crazy world knew no peace till you allowed me to sit with you,

allowed me look into your wild dancing eyes,

be blessed with the sweetness of your voice.

I told you with the Summer moon above,

I love your face,

I love how your hair fall upon your forehead,

I love when your face changes when you are wandering in thoughts.

I love the movement of your lips,

moving with every new emotion you feel.

If I could,

I would paint a landscape of your soft neck to tender eyes.

So I would remember you always.

I love your face,

those eyes of hazel green,

make me wish and dream.

You will allow me near,

allow me to hold your hands and hear your song,

every new morning and every coming night.

You are my ambrosia, you are my lasting wish.

Dancing Coyote