While Thinking of Her

You are the flower-
The angel that runs through my sudden light
You are the wine-
The wine I drink to get me through the night

At night, the moon becomes your face
To comfort me in my final resting place

There, preserved in you, is the fresh miracle of beauty
There, preserved in you, is everything I ever wanted
I've come a long way, I wish you could see
But instead, I sit here broken hearted

I am mezmorized immensley by your eyes
I am struck by the feather of your soft reply

You want exctasy, desire, & dreams
And for all of that, I am everything

by Rocco
posted on 03/06/2008