She winks and smiles
And laughs at all my jokes
She warms the rooms
Through which I walk
I hear her whispers
Over crowd and din
She wakes my longing soul

She's funny and ****
And ready to rule
Pleasant and kind
With a ***** mind
Drawn in I am
A poetic fool

Bringing gifts
Food and drink
She floats on by
Gossamer wings
And pedals high

Yet she holds another's hand
And walks her path near his
She is but a whim
To me
A dream
I cannot wake

She is everything
But the kiss…