How could I describe you,
With your ethereal mystique?
Words could not do justice,
Or manage to compete.

Your form is of wondrous beauty,
The like which no words can describe,
Your voice sounds like an angel,
But just a whisper from above.

Your soul dances with mine,
To a slow and rhythm-less tune,
Courting and embracing,
Losing track of time.

Your love comes in waves,
Ebb and flowing with the tide,
It cleans and refreshes,
And nourishes us both.

My heart has fallen for everything about you,
All of you and your gorgeous mystique,
But you float and never stay long,
Like sand slipping through my hand.

To experience you is to know you,
For only a brief moment in time,
Your ageless beauty cannot be captured,
And left in a little rhyme.

Your heart has been hurt by a scoundrel,
Your mind weary and afraid,
Your soul seeks its partner and keeper,
And a warm and loving embrace.

I am too scared to write of my senses,
How you heighten every one,
For I have fallen for an ethereal wonder,
But who knows when you will drift away?