If someone asked me, “What is bliss?”
Without a doubt, I’d name only you!
And I would speak your name with passionate grace,
With fervor!
With zeal!
And love so true…
I’d describe your eyes with the brightest hues,
But still, I couldn’t express their glow.
How could I find the words to say?
Your eyes - my bliss; none can compare at all.
I’d speak of your hands and how they embrace,
How strange, isn’t it? Hands hold such grace.
Do I find such bliss in your gentle zeal?
But your hands on my back make my heart truly heal.
I’d try to explain that true bliss is
Your voice that calls me through the night,
In soft, sweet tones that warm my soul,
And draws me, draws me into your light.
You are my air and my water, it’s true!
Without you, I could surely survive,
But that girl would not be the same as I,
And I’d be less than truly alive!
The bliss
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