Who is this I see sauntering, dressed in garments of light
Rays hit my eyes, for a moment I'm blinded
Your form of beauty though covered, still shines through
As no other, I'm breathless to touch, what else is there to do
Your hair grasps the wind, texture speaks, invites me to touch
My hands comb through, I know, I'm in love so much
Skin delicately, supple, some firm and tight
Wills me to hold, become my utmost delight
I find comfort in your river that flows, my head placed in the row of your breasts
Hearing your heartbeat, it's here, I'm most at rest
I rested some time ago in a place I would soon come to know
I felt my loss, though I didn't know, I'd come to love you so
Life's precious gift given, from whose body all would come
A better part has come, the women of my life all seen as one
Where would I be when I dare to deceive, violate, grieve
My fountain of life for all I now receive
In awe I look to you, clearly, I'll keep you in view
No longer a curse, my pledge to you, daily renew
To love, honor, serve, and protect with my life
In joy I'll not decline if you willingly become my wife
Your crown will outlast that of many a kingly diadem
I'll need no other that you my mother, my wife, my sister, my aunt, my friend
You are the light of my world, I see reflections in your eyes
With you in my life, time didn't linger here, it flies
Chris G Peters were born on the most southerly gem in the necklace of islands spanning the Caribbean Sea. Here where the sun shines differently and set as though kissing the horizon, where coral reefs blooms, surf greets the sand, musical rendition of waves pounding the shore. A salty mist is in the air and the verdant beauty of nature abounds everywhere. Learn more.