Wanting Her
Truly my heart took flight when I saw her primed
The mirror was envious struck with every shard
Her hair was wavy, blowing in tune with the wind
I saw her soul in her eyes and fell hard
Her kind heart, sharing goodness, drew me in
Like my morals lost in the dark unknown
Her smile like a candle, glowing with my grin.
Her goddess form thrusted upon a throne
For my weak throat went dry when I would speak
Her eyes burn into me when I need her
She deserves a handsome man at his peak
When all I can offer is words in slur
She chose me in an impossible turn.
We are happy her flame smile makes me burn.