A WHISPERED POEM

Your form, a poem whispered in the night,
A canvas where the moonbeams softly write.
Each curve a promise, a gentle, sweeping line,
A masterpiece, where every touch is mine.

Your eyes, twin galaxies where starlight gleams,
Reflecting love in their celestial beams.
Emerald depths where secrets I confess,
A universe held in your sweet caress.

Your face, a landscape sculpted by desire,
Where laughter blooms and passion sets afire.
A perfect arch of brows, a nose so fine,
A symphony of features, truly divine.