Chanee' Poem by Jonathan Celestin

I think about you many times a day,
Wanting to kiss you in every which way,
Your beauty was made out of pure clay
From Heaven in the Angels bay.

When the horizon turns pink at sunset,
I wish to hold you, so dont feel fret,
In my arm, like ice, I want you to melt,
But in my lovely soul is where the true feelings are felt.

True love is what you deserve,
And your beauty is what you preserve,
Like my Queen, its you that I serve,
But in my heart is where youre conserve.