Gonna miss her .. while she is away

Passion’s Masterpiece

Picasso’s brush has never painted so true,

As when I brush across your skin,
The love written is mightier,
Than words by Shakespeare’s pen,
Beethoven’s opus cannot rival,
The crescendo of our love,
Colored more boldly,
Than the rainbow above;

Even the finest poet’s words
Cannot contain,
Cannot explain,
Without refrain,
The passion in our touch.

No melodious composition rivals its sweetness,
No orchestra has played so fine,
No fruit has so tempted the palette,
No grapes have ever yielded a greater wine,

Like the soft warm summer rain,
Your love
Cascades,
Invades,
Pervades,
Completely throughout is your touch.

I am soaked,
to the bone.

Ron Simpson, Jr.
November 26, 2003