She is the face
Of my reality
The breath I inhale
The sunshine
Upon my skin
The generator of beauty
I see, all around me.

the dew of your lips
and butterflies in my stomach

I look into his eyes,
and he looks into mine

And together we fell asleep
next to each other

Knowing that we belong
in each other's arms.

there was a little crow black as black can be
he was in my garden sat upon my tree
he had yellow beak  as yellow as the sun
digging up the worms having lots of fun.
.
he was very friendly and walked right up to me
then a little hop and sat up on my knee
with his big blue eyes he stared me in the face
his feathers they were lovely and not one out of place.

he sat there a while and shared sometime with me
then he flew away.  flying high and free.