soft murmurs,
on the lips,
sweeter than honey,
rosier than roses,
drowned in a tranquil,
sweet slumber,
lies,
a fair maiden,
her dainty feet,
tuck’d underneath,
slender fingers,
curled,,
clasping one another
the sun kisses tenderly,
the locks,
that curldown,
the wind that caresses,
and leaves,
whispers your name,
in every willow,
and yet oblivious,
like a waif,
the emrald eyes,
blink,
lifting the curtain,
ever so softly,
and shutting again,
i confess,
intrusion,
of this brilliant,
radiant beauty,
glory of which,
guided me,
and drew me,
like a magnet.
i have sinned,
passionately,
O!beloved…
lost in wonder,
charmed and possessed,
pardon me..
my dearest,
as hopelessly drenched i am,
in rapture!