Your Voice:
My Morning’s alarm
Which rings at my time
Again and again
Till I’m alive.

Your Fingers:
Made of sugar
Which dissolve in my coffee
And brings sweetness to my cup
And freshness in my life.

Your Eyes:
The veil of your charm
Which reveals and conceals
Your beauty
And tempts my patience

Your Touch:
The balm for my pain
Which supports my aching back.
The way to my soul
Which only you have discovered!