The beauty of your crystal mist
Behoves this soul to insist.
You are the poetress of my dreams.
And captured my heart and mind it seems.
Your words have spume a golden web,
About an old and wounded head.
I think of you throughout the day.
In essence and a special way.
And have built a secret ivory tower,
Where I think of you by the hour.
It has towers of poetic curve.
With golden verses of observe.
and I read them one by one
And never care if I get done.
Love ya Sy