a dream

delightful, this dream
mmmmm softly then most fragile flower
this hand to touch that chin
and return those orbs that they might see
loves soft touch like the suns first kiss
demands nothing there but her smile to win
................
the willow bends so dearly with the wind
warm it seems to rides her every limb
she trembles to its touch
that moments held are oft too much
never breaking she is strong
that takes his warm caress
and shapes from it a dream she shares with tenderness
and each that come, and each that see
wears smile for her and smiles for he,
that love would be so perfectly shared
but she is the magic that welds his ways
......ode for you , precious willow
i am only a hunger that begs feeding

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