I dream of a boy of gentle heart

Evocative artist who draws me in

An infinite realm of pleasure gained

The twin soul my senses cannot depart

My boy has green eyes with merrily charm

Musical voice that coats my mind

With delicate notes of grace and wit

My self succumbing his unwanted harm

In my dreams my boy and I ride

Raising the tempo like ocean tides

And when the crescendo is over and silence returns

He softly whispers “I make you my bride.”

© 2017 Isabel GG

Comments

solivagant on November 24, 2017:

Nice work! :-)