It is not how you look, But how I see you, With ...

It is not how you look,
But how I see you,
With chaste heart and pure eyes,
I solemnize you,

My beloved,
I restraining my fervent blood,
To be recognize not,
I quietly awake,

But you bed yourself in my lines,
As in placid lakes,
Or wave-foam

Earth music
Seas fragrance
In you,

Nakedly clear,
And beautiful to me,
Whether it is your strong hands,

On my breast,
At a primal touch,
Or your ultra thick lips,

Like a musical instrument,
The essentials of your skin,
Color and redolence.

The deep landscape
And meekness of your eyes.

You steal my breathe in a verse,
And I keep writing to you my love.

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