Desire Morphs Into Love
Wearing innocence like a shawl,
her hair glistens like golden rays.
And smells of glistening dewdrops,
green meadows, and warm summer days.
Her presence taunts reality,
fueling fantasies and dreams.
And though perfect's hard to achieve,
it is easy for her; it seems.
She seduces me with a smile,
her aura a shining beacon.
And her beauty's so surreal
all my inhibitions weaken.
In the presence of this angel,
my knees buckle, and I feel weak.
But while gazing into her eyes,
I muster the courage to speak.
Upon offering her my heart,
she gives me a passionate kiss.
And my desire morphs into love,
transforming my doubts; into bliss.
(Quatrain)
3/26/2015
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