The Truth
by: Quintus Havis

A shooting star could not compare to my love
Her brilliant smile makes Hally seem a firefly, or something akin to a glowing bug
Even Hally's regality cannot compare to my lady's highness
Hally might be lovely, but my Sweetheart's beauty is timeless

My love's fragrance is more sensual than a rose freshly bloomed in spring
Her lips are softer than Venus' petals, yet from them, a gentle brush will send me reeling
Her passion for life burns stronger than the crimson ferver of any rose
And her playful tounge is quicker and sharper than any blade, Lord knows

She's like a gentle breeze, her tender ministrations calming my violent tempests
Her taste is sweeter than honey, and with her suggestive smile, she's the ultimate temptress
Her body is a beautiful landscape, her curves like rolling hills
Her mind is incredible, and she matches even me in a contest of wills

My dearest is all this and more, as well as things that words cannot explain
I love her with all my being, and my most sincere wish is that, in this light, she sees me the same