Ambrosia and Wine

BY CAROLE NICHOLS

Your lips are the color of roses red,
Moist and fresh as the morning dew;
Your skin golden with the sun's kiss;
I want to lose myself in you.

I drink from the fountain of your love,
The sweetest wine I'll ever taste;
Sparkling with the spell of your smile,
Not a drop shall I waste.

I shall worship you, my dearest jewel,
As we rest upon your petaled bed;
I'll fill your soul with all my love,
Ambrosia from which a god is fed.

I'll bath you in warm, scented oils,
As around us, playful cherubs sing;
Clothe you in silk and gossimer lace,
You shall not want for anything.

The sound of your voice thrills my heart,
For you give your love unselfishly;
You press my head to your tender breast,
Your goodness and kindness filling me.

The most rare and precious jewel,
I am replete within your hold;
These words I speak cannot compete.
You have given me wealth untold.