Bright Bright the day, Standing all alone on the deserted street
The Sun was about to set and cast its last pale glow on the deserted floor.
As I entered your Bungalow Gates silently, you appeared deep smiling on your car drive
Your left hand shows me a silent way to enter your another small gate.

You have grown to be a splendid woman of excellence,
My eyes fill when I saw you so close to me.
Your eyes - don’t change them.
Your lips - how lovely when they part in prayer.
Your nose, so perfect in form, your hands so gentle to touch.
My fingers danced to touch my perfect angel.
My hands trembled to reach in deep of your beauty.

I’ve caressed your face with both of my hands.
I’ve held your heart close to mine.
Of all that lives and breathes, now you were the closest to me.
Holding your face with the grace of one who has been blessed.
Trail kisses on your whole body.
Spoke in worship as my mouth move in your praise.
Knowing your planes your curves your shadowed valleys
All that lies between the red bindi of your forehead and the tips of your feet
My ears patiently waited to hear my name, my familiar hymn.

I hug you from your back to go , you don’t ever want to let me go
When it ends my heart just aches I want to call you kiss you touch you again
Now you could not see me or touch me, could only feel me.

As I walked in the early darkness of the day, you were still lonely
So everything I wanted to share and experience with you,
I fashioned in you:
my holiness,
my strength,
my purity,
my love,
my essence
my protection and support.