She dances with veils of fire,
Walks on wild waves.
What aches inside should not be so dire.
She soars with eagles and dines with doves,
The closest thing to a perfect love.
Green eyes glowing with druid magic
Red hair flowing like angry flames.
In and out of strange caves, and portals,
Yet I do not even know her name
I pursue her, in my weakness
Struggling in vain
Enraptured, I am trapped
Her long pale legs striding
Dreams living and dying
Arrows and swords
Dragons and unicorns
I would wrap her in fairytales
Spread kisses gently across her thighs
But these dreams I keep to myself
Cause I haven’t found my **** elf