Wish
First star I see tonight
I wish I may, I wish I might
Be visited by beautiful sprite
My mist-laden dreams to light
A smile like a summer day
A thought of you blows the clouds away
Tolerating my babbling bray
You’re thoughts on show like a whirling ballett
The speed of rhyme goes up
Out of flying fingers words erupt
Trying to describe you’re close-up
In wakeful dreams your face I cup
Moral codes one and the same
Even though it might seem tame
It will keep us high above the shame
And gently kindle the tender flame
Queen without being seated on a throne
Beneath beautiful face beautiful heart shown
Gently smiling soul without a clone
My every barrier overthrown
Almost a rant
Becoming a chant
Off course this poem slants
And it falls
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