Whisped Kisses,
In cadence, an aria,
scatter amidst my temple.
Bringing sense, mid-dance
In trance,
The renewal of my spirit.
Her thoughts,
stand tall, in halls
of memories that hallow.
To hug, my heart,
in garments,
that make me purified
and leveled.

Stand tall, stand tall,
she spoke, and rode in--
on a feathers fall.
You are, you are,
the one,
that I have been searching for.
And the chorus that I bring,
will sing,
right through - into your plated walls.

To shine and gleam,
so lightly, offering,
pleasantries,
that return in your favor,
up after the fall.