I gaze upon your picture

Like I would an impressionist canvas

Nature has the best brush strokes
And you are its masterful rendition
I discern the firm line between
Your dark lush hair and your
Broad forehead (that`s so relative,
You after all are tiny and delicate)
Your eyebrows distinguish themselves
With sparse lines but yet strong
It exhudes from every feature
Of your divine soft embodiment
I languish most on your eyes
They paint solar systems and quasars
Your eyes do as with soft light
Reflecting off forever dark wells
Curvaceous lashes adorn them
As delicate wings on which
Dreams and sometimes tears
Receive breath of life
Next I come upon the valley of your lips
Soft ethereal undulations of pink
They remind me of bloomed magnolias
But with the touch of groomed velvet
I leave your chin
Fearlessly in the
Your breasts form
On your left side

only to dive
ever enticing crevice
as you gently lie
and sigh.