Each time I let my searching eyes,
Caress your lovely face,
They marvel at your sparkling eyes,
Without a blemish trace.

And then the brows above your eyes,
Will capture all my sight,
And while they move, expressing thought,
They bring me pure delight.

Then as my eyes will drift about,
Exploring nose and cheek,
They find a most intriguing spot,
The place through which you speak.

It is your lips that capture me,
With soft and fullness rare.
They draw me close as passions rise,
While eyes can’t help but stare.

Then as my lips are joined to yours,
Within our lovers kiss,
I know again the pleasures of,
This love we share in bliss.

James O’Brien
June, 2003