You

I sat today with the firm intention
Of writing you an impassioned letter
To melt your heart and extol your beauty,
But could not think how I should address it.

By instinct I thought to send to your eyes,
Those sometimes-green orbs, my letter of love;
Dancing with jadefire like hungry stars
Ever searching for a place to call home

It wouldn't be fair to leave out your hair
Blown by the wind, or dripping from the rain
The way it feels, tangled in my fingers
Smelling of shampoo and self-confidence

I couldn't ignore your eyebrows, of course,
Exquisitely shaped, those soft, dark arches
Perched above your eyes, never to fall
And rising beautifully when you laugh

And let me not forget your lips, I thought,
Red slivers that open to one master
Moist and full, playful and pleasurable
They fit so perfectly against my own

Then fell my thoughts to the curve of your neck
So defined, so sensuous, drawing me
Down in its subtleties to wander and
Wonder and exult in your tender skin

And so I continued, hours on end,
Parading your features deep in my mind
All of the things that I love about you
More than could ever fit in my letter