She always was demure, a feather in the wind
I used her as my cure, my heart, on sleeve, so pinned
Celebrating what we had, and so our dalliance defend
Never to pronounce as sad, our bodies, souls, to blend
Her glamour, still astounds me, at each and every turn
A hammer to my anvil, and so, my love still burns
The panacea of my woes, a gentle yielding hand
Upon my soul exposed, surrendered, so remand
Mellifluous of voice, echoing down corridors of sand
I have made my choice, upon my heart, her brand
Dec 8, 2016
Dec 8, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
She always was demure, a feather in the wind
I used her as my cure, my heart, on sleeve, so pinned
Celebrating what we had, and so our dalliance defend
Never to pronounce as sad, our bodies, souls, to blend
Her glamour, still astounds me, at each and every turn
A hammer to my anvil, and so, my love still burns
The panacea of my woes, a gentle yielding hand
Upon my soul exposed, surrendered, so remand
Mellifluous of voice, echoing down corridors of sand
I have made my choice, upon my heart, her brand
