Poem 438

I needed to look deep into your eyes,
Calmy arouse your sighs,
I needed to behold your heart,
And analyse its beauty of art

Your sexy sight pleases me,
Your touch just teases me,
Your scent just bend my smell sense,
Even better, the warmth is tense

My lady where have you been --
To be your Knight, my Queen?
When I first laid my eyes to you,
My darkened sky shadowed with blue

Your voice is like the whispers --
From a singer, and lure the listeners,
My dear your perfection is too rare,
And it invite my sight to stare

I needed to get close to your front door,
You are seen, knock to get through the floor,
Sweet Queen, now that we're talking,
My only wish, Is that I become your King!