Couldn't say it's that I love you
just lust to see you smile
speak to you in only truth
& feel every moment for awhile.
Angelic little Devil - with -
imagination running wild.

A little glare of trouble
in your always glossy eyes
and the hint in your voice
when you're up to something sly
even how your lips twitch
when you try so hard to lie.

But there's no justice for this poem
because you'll never read a word
to think of you as reality
would truly be absurd
in the connections of my neurons
is where dreams create the lure
of perfection in your beauty
the way your aura glows
the sparkle in your iris
and that subtle upturned nose
that will never see the daylight
because my dreams are all you know.