His silky hair was brown and very dun.
His luscious kiss upon my lips, they lay.
His bright smile reflects the smothering sun.
Upon his masculine chest, my chin lay.
Full from his love, my heart's happily fed.
His soft, smooth skin a creamy white color.
All thoughts of sorrow and misfortune dead.
The holes drilled in my heart getting smaller.
His love and kindness are both very rare.
My love for him, no one can compare to.
Without his skins' warmth 'gainst mine, I feel bare.
His love and compassion for me is true.
My lips eloping against his, we smother kisses.
The ceremony is complete, you are the Mr. and I the Mrs.
