Member Rara Avis
She bathes my heart in smile, a sun-lit field of free.
Her loving mind an isle, dip't in eternity.
And in her charming grace, she reaches out to hold
Lost dreams I thought erased into the pasts of old.
Like a feather falling, her words float through my mind.
In whisp'red words calling, her hopes for me to find.
Can this feeling be, the beatings of a "care?"
How is it I can see, a life in living shared?
A whiff of roses blue each time I touch her soul,
Shows unto me of true love's e'er enticing pull.
E'en were I to deny new faith upon my lips,
My heart longs only try... imagining her kiss.
Yearn I only touch her silken wisps of joy.
Drink in of it as such fantasies would employ.
Rare in each life, I think, a kindred soul draws near.
Erecting friendship's link, dissipating tears.
A single breath of light, she's likened to the sun.
My days await her night in mem'ries just begun.
Still naught is e'er perfect, for the world's full of pain.
Of mem'ries and regret, of aching heart's refrain.
Few hearken this as so, not her, she understands.
Your life "goes as it goes," you live it as you can.
Oh an' I could tell her, or that she'd only see-
Undaunted, now I'm sure, I want her life with me.