Porcelain Queen Poem by Matthew Holloway

If I could brush your hair aside
To lose myself in your eyes
What a blessing that would be
If I could touch your fair skin
Soft and pure as it is
My heart would know sensation
If I could feel your hand in mine
Our fingers holding each other
How could I ever let go?
If I could feel your heart beating
And match its rhythm with my own
What a song would that be
If I could kiss your sweet lips
And be held in such an embrace
I would do for a thousand years or more