The outline of your smile
furrowed but fine
the contours of your lips
lightly creased in line
Auburn hair
reddened but not much
freshly washed
soft to the touch
Eyes sure and deep
reflect an emerald fire
blaze and shimmer
until subdued they tire
Skin smooth to the touch
satin like and fair
dusted with exquisite
gossamer fine hair
Gently etched lines
have started to appear
faint reminders
to me so dear
These are the little things
which vividly come to mind
these are the treasures
of the priceless kind
Unlike millionaires
or covetous kings
who accumulate and count
and value things
I am rich
as all I do
is sit alone
and think of you
