So… … … innocent

In your humble tranquillity

Pure and unsought

I wonder what inspires

Transpires you

Beautiful

Flowing words all for you

All over me

In the silence following the track

On the stereo

Waiting to click over

Beauty-full

Too much… … for me

I'll get you one day

Your hands so slender

I want to hold them again

In innocence

Beautiful

Lips of tender rose thorns

So beautiful and

Dangerous to touch

I miss you so much

I heart you so much

Beauty not fading too soon

© 19/8/01