She looks like springtime
Fresh and new
She walks like the rain
Her breath is dew
Her voice is moonlight
On the sea
With sunlight's warmth
She touches me
Is she a dream
This lady fair
As soft as mist
As sweet as air
Or is she real
And will she stay
To help me chase
The gloom away
She is a song
In harmony
With the one
Sung within me
Just as the moon
Will move the tide
So with her mind
Does my heart ride
Feb 12, 2012
Feb 12, 2012 at 6:44 PM UTC
She looks like springtime
Fresh and new
She walks like the rain
Her breath is dew
Her voice is moonlight
On the sea
With sunlight's warmth
She touches me
Is she a dream
This lady fair
As soft as mist
As sweet as air
Or is she real
And will she stay
To help me chase
The gloom away
She is a song
In harmony
With the one
Sung within me
Just as the moon
Will move the tide
So with her mind
Does my heart ride
Copyright June 7, 2011 by Timothy Emil Birch