To me, From me, For me

Sunlight glisten on golden hair,
Her skin so soft and so fair.
Beautiful to see and touch,
She does mean so very much,
To me.

Moonlight glows in her eyes,
Her lips mouth wanting sighs,
Wondrous to hold and feel,
My heart she does always steal
From me.

Day or night it matters not,
Winter’s cold or summer’s hot,
Her beauty is mine to behold,
And will past time grows old.
For me.

Written By R. D. McManes

Picture From Jonathon Art