Your hair runs through my grateful hands
Your head's home is my shoulder
Your eyes that warm my very soul
Which once was hard and colder
Your ears, with decorated lobes
I often fancy nibble
Your stoic nose designed it seems
To calm me when we quibble
Your mouth, your teeth, your easy smile
That renders me full smitten
Your lips that stun and beg be kissed
And licked and lightly bitten
They've said that Love can't be described
In art or words or lore
I claim full sure Love has a face
And, bless you, it is yours