The infinite colors of her eyes
perpetually modifies
into different shades of the skies
oh how my soul cries
for the tones of her voice
make the angels rejoice
oh the unconcious choice
to hear them from her lips so moist
that transition into a smile
make my heart beat a minute per mile
oh to trap it in a vile
to open during my times of trial
by her hand, so softly
to hold me in place firmly
oh the way it takes me
to a place so enchanting
to a realm of everlasting
so blissfully happy
oh how my soul is craving
to hold her in my arms again