her magical mind
sets sparkles to wing
and the hard words are softened
in their respective faces by the touch
of her silken favours
as she weaves me through
her ideals with craftsmen's knowledgeable hand
adept at the use of her wares
but even knowing this
i cave in
because within my own
demon of futility sitting on his
pile of rust manufacturing great and small
mouse traps of the mind
throws me into the confusions
of trying to recapture that heady love affair
that torrid romance so filled
with such fulfilling joys i thought it could never end
but it did
and now my heart has revealed that
it has secretly grieved for the loss of her
delicate body next to mine
that my fool heart has wept for the loss
of her looking up into my eyes
and sweetly softly whispering i love you
her magical mind has won again
and we make love
i am enraptured of her beautiful details
of her in notion of her in concept
of her in every way conceived
as she breezes in
on her comfortable conversation
fascinated by all the aspects
of her faster beautys
her velvet smile
cannot be dimminshed
it gives a soul warmth
that is deeper than
the sensual
it breaths me
and when shes exhales me
i am sated