Past The Flesh

In your eyes I see trust of fair amounts

Your breathe begins each day anew 

The lungs of love seek to sprout

The sun kissing your skin, Oh! Glorious a view!

But to seek even more than that

To fill the complacancy of meaningless toil

Bending beyond the branches all of matte

Your lights and your darks of fertile soil

Honored am I to embrace such a being

One who cares much beyond my capacity to believe

One who desires that I am by them recieved 

Your arms open with a tender touch

How you relay your love in each brush.