She has eyes that can see through my soul,
and a smile that melts
the coldest ventricles of my heart.
My sweet poet waif,
words of beauty flowing from her lips like a river.
A river of rhythm and rhyme,
my heart pounding a beat in time
to the song that is her voice.
Stealing my breath,
leaving me speechless with desire.
A fire to hear more,
for only in her words
do I know her.
Dedicated to all the beautiful lady poets
of HP who touch my heart everyday.
Keep writing ladies your words touch us all.