When you express, your love,
It's like poetry in motion,
Your whispers,
Are gentle, as silent swells
In an ocean.

When you touch me,
I wish, I could die,
So I can compare heaven,
With my feelings inside.

When you kiss me,
I'll know,
What God meant,
When He offered, milk and honey.

When love, you make to me,
Our souls entwined,
Embracing destiny within,
Like a glass, of fine wine.

When you're away, from me,
I pray,
To hold you, in my heart,
Till in my arms, you'll be.

By: William Bonilla
7/19/02