His touch is like a feather
Sending chills down my spine
Being held in his broad arms
Happiness it does incline
His face is as pure as water
From a sweet summer time spring
His voice brings contentment
To the worst, most painful thing
His skin, the color of sugar
His lips are like red roses
The first time I saw him
Time immediately froze
Sitting on his wings
Souring high up in the air
With fluffy clouds below us
The blue sky look fair
Life just seems so perfect
As the wind blows through my hair
Engulfed in this dome of Happiness
Eternity we will share...
Written By- Bets
