The pink curves of the mouth
are a world of hidden mysteries,
beckoning me, maybe it is me
I will discover in them.

The blue specks of the eyes,
flanked by brown mountains
promise me of secrets,
sizzling and scintillating

Is it him I have dreamt of always?
Sense it I can that I have found the one,
the one whose smile will be my haven,
The one whose love, a shroud.
He has laced through my heart,
the one who will be my safe place.