A Sketch Of Love Poem by Amy Carmichael

When i sketch your lips
I sketch them cruel
Hunters weapons, dangerous as any blade
Taking down your prey in a deserted glade,
Stripping my defences and leaving me gasping.

When i sketch your eyes I sketch them small,
Beyond them is a mystery, they're your wall,
And I know only what your cruel lips tell,
While you know all my treacherous body screams.

But when i sketch your nose,
It is lifelike and true.
Too large, but fitting, doesn't sneer
And i forget your cruel lips and my fear,
Forget the wall behind your eyes
For staring from the page is a small piece of you.