If I say. . .

If I say that it is your eyes
         if I say that it is your lips
if I say that it is your smile
         or your kiss or your words

if I say that it is your hair
         or your cheeks flushed with love
or your breasts or your hands
         or your thighs or your legs

if I say that it is your feet
         that carry you to me
or your arms that hold me
         or your sweet breath
on my face or the warmth
         of your body against mine

Whatever I say I cannot begin
         to describe the truth of your beauty
the sheer power of your presence
         the softness and the tenderness
the energies gathered within you
         the gift that your being represents
not just to those around you
         in your day-to-day or in your work
but to me—so especially to me
         with whom you have chosen to be

John Lyons