Time being of essence with
every inch of your hair's growth,
I betroth you to let it down

My love overflows from this warp
in time when you will be mine
as a baby grows to cherish and
love forever with the faith of every
strand of your glowing golden hair

Let it down from your imprisoned
tower, for your braids I will climb
no longer to blindly wander a
never land in this spelled state

Fairy tale foretold, your tears will
clear my eyes for our promised
hereafter by the length of your hair
being no more...forever to be free
from this monolith of confinement

Fantasy for Naught,
or can You relate?

(c) Letting it Down to Be
06October2011
Vivian L. Dawson