Twin Soul of Mine
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