The voice that teases,

Hurts, Heals, Defends, Fights,

The voice that tricks, deceives,

Reveals, enlightens,

Makes light in the dark

And Dark in the light

The voice of love.

The eyes that sparkle and fog,

Melt, freeze,

Light up, and darken out,

The eyes I hardly see,

Yet cherish upon reveling

The eyes of beautiful deception.

The Eyes of love.

A thing of flesh,

Yet only of air,

It’s never farther

Than the end of the world,

Missing yet apparent.

Hiding from my own self.

The body of Love.

Hiding from me but no other,

Revealing only enough,

To keep my coming,

The thing I eat

Yet can’t remain full,

The thing of my flesh

But not of my soul

My Love.