A CANDLE LIGHT....YOU...ME

Everything about him is me,
and he is for me
 a perfect image
of what any woman
 would want to see in a man.
 I never knew what freedom
and happiness was
 until he came into my life.
 Whatever the reason for our love,
if the phrase 'opposite attract'
did not apply to a couple,
it did to us
I am his breath of freedom
 and fresh air;
he is my rock
and reality check.
 His limbs  in proportion,
and i have selected his
 features as beautiful. Beautiful!......
 His  skin scarcely covers
 the work of muscles
and arteries beneath;
his hair is lustrous black,
and flowing;
his teeth of pearly whiteness
 and his straight lips
 a marvel to behold.
 The apparent music
 of the drumming roof
was augmented
 by the sound made
 by banana and sugarcane leaves
 behind the house.
All these provided
an orchestra that played for us.
We had no idea
 that our benefactor
and nocturnal visitor
was then cultivating
our virgin land-our only hope.
The yield of harvest
 would soon be heavy.
a candle light...you...me