heart meal

She is a fine lady and since day one she has always had my attention,
She is of a rare schöne of God's creation,
On her sight I get full of sensation,
When she talks to me her lips move in slow motion,
She showers me with love to my satisfaction,
When we tango I get chills because her face fills my eyes,
No cries anymore because she is the reason why I smile,
She is my prison and the meal to my heart,
No buts because she drowns me in this ocean of emotions,
My wish is for as long as I love she remains my queen.