Precious things

Another day has slipped by,

Before I could bring you close.

As I tenderly seek the one,

That to me means the most.

Alluring me with your eyes,

And tempting me with your skin.

As I take hold of the things,

And the thoughts that now begin.

More pleasant than a garden,

Of rows of bars of gold.

Like lilies in a pasture,

My words become more bold.

They embrace you in the form of whispers,

And relax you like shallow streams.

Your fragrance is like the sapphires,

That shine within my dreams.

Like blossoms of daylight flowers,

Or the smell of the moonlight rose.

I have now shared with you the most “Precious Things”

 That my words have ever told!