guess

There is something about your skin,

Something that beckons and says “go on”,

Something that to my hand is akin

And in everyone else is now gone.

Something in the gleam of your eyes,

Something in that promise of winter, that of love glints,

That your soul I must prize,

And at your attitude it hints.

It is but strength,

That which I respect

That which I love,

That which makes you beautiful beyond words.