Thee Art Mine Enchanter

10/29/08

Thee Art Mine Enchanter

Your voice is husky rich velvet caressing my ears to listen to your words.

Thy lips are full and I long for thy kiss

Your hands though chaffed from work, know to be tender and gentle.

Master craftsman, using the talents, God has bestowed,

Upon you and putting them to good use.

Though the metal you been with your hands is a masterpiece in itself,

You can mold my body with your tender touch,

The spark of heat ignites into a full flame,

That is what thy touch has done to me,

It drives me to utter madness

Your hair is as dark, as the raven’s wing, yet thick as lambs wool.

Thy eyes as dark as the sapphire, when thy temper is roused.

But gloriously deep and wisdom rests there,

I am swept away by thy gaze; thy eyes are like the sea.

Thy face...So handsome it is how I love to gaze upon it.

To be in thy arms…I find comfort in thy understanding and embrace.

Thy strength oh to behold it.

Thy love, to have it bloom for me...

Blessed I’d be indeed!

For my love is a secret and it blooms,

As a fragile flow’r for you and you alone.

I pray that God will draw us both,

Nearer and nearer to one another. With tender loving kindness.

By Lisa Isabella Asmus

{About her raven haired, sapphire eyed enchanter}

{Who haunts her every waking moment, as well as night.}