there is
a soltice
in your
eyes,

it brings
a change of
season
to every one
that is
around
you.

a gypsy
wind through
your hair,

a deep pool
feeling
inside our
chests,

and then
you take
our breath
away.

I the
old fool,

you the
angel of
your husbands
mornings,

and the
universe
is almost
perfect,

for I
have met
you

once.

and yet
I will dream
about you
a million
times

tonight.