You Are My Darling

Your hand is soft as velvet, but I feel
Something harder – not bones, no – in the glove
That could be diamond, as it may be steel.
You are my darling, and my own true love.
Your lips are bold, your answers bolder yet
When I have questions; why, it is your right
To right me, as you have done since we met.
You are my darling, and my heart’s delight.
I can go on, I will continue thus
With you beside me. I will drink my fill
Of your eyes. Who would dream of parting us?
You are my darling, and my very will.
You are my love, my heart’s blood, a sharp knife.
You are my darling, and song of my life.