Without Compare

The start was slow and unpredictable, You attracted me with your nature and handsome face, So soft, like my own secret loft, High emotions, tenderness, openness, But your soul carries a heavy load, Like a farm gate, that needs to be tightly closed, You make me feel like a precious stone, luscious, flaming red, With your supreme love in bed, So macho, you always led, Many facets of your character emerged with surprise, Hand in hand through this tranquil land, Fields wet dripping with past toil, Mountains glazed with cotton wool mist, You have me at the top of your wishing list, Embracing with pasts, Filled with sorrow and pain, In a leafy lane, The breeze softly caressing our fragile hearts, Within our lair, Your care, Is without compare.