When I look into your eyes
I see the swans in the lake
As they dance in a synchronised ballet.
I see glistening dew drops on white roses
That evaporates to meet the birds in the sky.
When I touch your lips
There is a sensuous softness,
That creates gentle sparks
Of resonating pleasure
That travels from my head to my toes.
When I listen to your voice,
I hear a harmony of tones
Floating through the air
In waves of peaceful motion,
Surrounding me in a cloud of comfort.
What is this bliss I feel
When I am near or far from you?
Why do I feel like I am in a dream
When I have never felt more awake?
Is this the all-consuming rapture of love?