Your love is better than wine
Your scent is better than any perfume
Your lips drip with the nectar of honey that flows under your tongue.
You are a garden. Your body is an orchard of pomegranates, grapes, and strawberries.
You are a fountain; with streams flowing from Heaven, let the wind blow upon your garden.
You will blossom, opening your heart, making today better than yesterday.
Anthony Hairston
The Bohemian Home Journal 