Her laugh was like a rainbow promising gold.
Her voice was consoling like that of a angel.
Her step was adventurous and ever bold.
Her prescence put everyone under her spell

Her countenance was assuring and charming.
Her smile was like sunshine and blue sky.
Her eyes sparkled and were most inviting.
Her singing was like a bird that would soon fly.

Her movements were sure and deliberate.
Her heart was compassionate and most true.
Her soul was pure and her kindness great.
Her love for her man was solid, sustaining too.

Her laugh was like a rainbow promising gold.
He longed for this marvelous fun loving woman.
If only the love she had was his to hold.
If only it was he she loved and not another man.

If only he could quietly instantly change places.
If only to bend the foundation of creativity.
If only he could change two bodies and faces.
If only he could direct time to a new reality.

If only to make this wondrous creature his.
If only she wasn’t beyond his passionate reach.
If only she was “mine not his”, but tis.
If only he could erase her memories each.

Her laugh was like a rainbow promising gold.
If only he could forget her to never again see.
If only he could make the visions grow very old.
Pure gold. Pure majic. Pure illusion. Pure misery.