Tempest

An angel - so pure,

A true envisionment of lovliness

Beauty and grace redefined.

Such lovely brown skin

Which cascades

Down each and every curve.

That smile - when you smile,

The soft clarity of your 6rown eyes

Reminds me of the sun

As it reflects itself in the sea.

When that exquisite giggle

Passes between your full lips,

When you lose your breath

From laughter -

I become blind to the sight of all,

Save for Tempest,

For you are the sole sight

The blind can see,

The Lord's only assurance

That there must be a heaven...

Because an angel

Walks amongst us;

We mortal men, unworthy of your sight.

The sound of your voice,

Your tone, stops me in my tracks...

I become still - paralyzed,

Not by fear, but hope... anticipation;

The notion of the possibility

That I may be able

To share my life with a goddess,

A modern wonder;

The extravegant angel, that is Tempest.