O fairest soul, whose kiss I still await, A whisper spun from threads of fate, The stars grow pale before your gaze, Even dawn blushes seeing your face. Your hair, like rivers kissed by earth, In flowing waves of endless birth, Each strand like silk, a secret deep, Where golden autumn winds may sleep. Your skin, so soft, enthralling delight, As moonlight bathed in purest white, A touch that sings, that calls me home, Into your embrace and arms I'd roam. Your neck as if carved like finest marble, About your kindness and wit I marvel, For in your eyes, the boundless sea, Reflects the love that births all free. No sculptor’s hand, no poet’s phrase, Could capture your soul nor grace, For you, my Psyche, light divine, With purity of heart, are mine.
