This poem is dedicated to my wife, Mary Aniefiok Jackson and all the beautiful women in the world.

Looking into your eyes,
I feel so comfortable.
Holding unto your hands,
I feel so warm.
There is comfort in your embrace,
No one seems to know.
There is passion in your smile,
No one seems to see.
But I hear your voice from far,
Trailling like a lovers number.
Sang by two lovers bird,
For a rising morning sun.
Nothing is compared to your holy kiss,
Sinking into the blood.
For the salvation of souls,
From the emotional distress.
No one seems to know.
Even the angels of heaven.
Your love is sweeter,your comfort is better.
There is passion in your smile.