It is far from a wonder , that I awe at you. Are you not majestic in frame, did god not create such a wonderful thing, a jewel to the eye, a bud from a rose, dare I say it, you are wonderous. Soft to the touch, like a lovers scribble on a page ,you are a word I hold dear. Let me pocket you within the confines of me, treasure you till all but else fades away, you are a treasure, something warm for the world to see, you my love have claimed your position. As the busy disappear down the unwinding streets, you remain my nautica, a compass for my heart,and as the seasons change, and the ivory moon fades into its blissful sky, I my love await your touch. For more than silk, for more than gold, you are a sight to behold.