Who is she,
that comes forth like the rising dawn?
Face full of fire,
as the beams of light,
kiss her forehead,
she seems to be inviolable,
like the rainbow gleaming amid luminous clouds,
she catches my eye,
shining out from numerous crowds.
Skin fair as the moon,
eyes bright as the sun,
voice of her angel tune,
love far from gone.
Winds whisper past her ear,
as it races by,
with arousing scents of her,
brings me a glimpse of deja vu,
a previous dream,
I had of you.
Goosebumps overpower,
feeling my throat swell,
weightless,
in an infants oblivion,
as if in this,
I was where I belonged.
With the attention of a man,
she leaves an impression of a brand,
to echo in the future,
I was doing so fine before without her,
& now for mine,
I feel euphoria,
Uxorious to her.
This butterfly stomach,
with blooming roses in the spring,
songbirds harmonic morning,
swirl well with colors of fall,
yet with senses overwhelmed,
she still tunnels,
digging in my vision...
..enticing curiosity...
...she is a mystery...
...as she leaves me like a Colorado sunset...