An armature of words desire,
She sculptures in poetic fire.
A rainbow made of minds insist,
Creating phantoms in the mist.
She flutters on wings of phrase and charm,
That brings my heart to wild alarm.
She builts a world of rhythmic rhyme,
With the foibles of grace and time.
She flies in the mist of amour,
On butterfly wings of allure.
And the residue leaves veins of goal,
That has captured my very soul.
And I am caught, her cloak of fashion,
In an unbelievable pull of passion.
It is here the vortex blinds my eyes,
It is here where the nightingale sighs.
It is here, my path to Eden way.
It is here I would lie and stay.