The Prettiest Girl In The World

I want to write my poems on your hands

To clasp your fingers in mine and never let go

I will dip my hands in paint, green, red, black

And draw pictures and messages on you

I wish to kiss your eyes when they smile

And catch you unaware like I do

That you may lean on my shoulder again

Surprised, happy, closing your eyes to see

I want to take you by your hand and tug

Gently, to throw my arms around you

To bury my face in the side of your neck

And feel your smile in your embrace

To listen to the sound of your laughter

And to pull you close by your shoulder

While you kiss me on mine and tell me

The sensation that lingers for a long time

The prettiest girl in the world

The reasons she's given me to try

My poems written on her hands

My paintings drawn all over her