She takes the breath the room
When she floats by
I am lost in the wake of
her effervescence
…
I yearn to run my fingers
through the golden waves of her soft hair
feel her velvet lips submit
to my rough kisses
…
Her eyes sparkle like crystal
struck by the purest rays
of sun and shine brilliantly
like the melodious tinkle of her laugh
…
I shall make her mine
to have her forever as a
jewel; her bright light
outshines my darkness
…
Will she have me?
I wouldn't. Only a Fool
would want damaged goods
over pure gold trinkets.