Grace Perfumed Hand

Her voice is a delicate song,
The graced lyrics of empathy,
Here with her, where I belong,
Her siren an inescapable melody.

Explaining what love is about,
Where if I were to become blind,
Not pondering without a doubt,
She'll still look in my eyes.

Clasping her hand I'll follow,
Yesterday is easy to forget,
We're together for tomorrow,
Brushed snug to her silhouet.

Here tonight I'll rest my head,
Her perfume still lingers near,
Tranced with the verses she said,
For her words are always here.