Upon your skin

How the sun sets upon your skin
during the dawn of a new morning.
The beauty that you have skin-deep
inside a soul that's full of
wonderment and rapture; a poise
that I've never seen before, to
me it's like a lost treasure that
is being searched all across seas
over seas.

How I wish that I could keep it
all to myself and let it no one
else see it or come near it, for
that matter that once they look
at it that they take it away
from me; keeping you inside a
glass cage.

The worst fear comes and hits
in me in the middle of the
thunder storm when the
lighting strikes the ground;
that they may not see what I
see in you, telling you lies
upon more lies about what
fake beauty looks like to a
society filled on what only
money and bring beauty to
someone.