Each picture is but a fragment of her
the distance is bridged through the fog
the night rushes in like an ocean wave
I am left baying at the moon like a dog

her dainty hands hold crystalline smiles
that swirl around in the curve of a glass
a sweetened elixer of a burgundy tint
dressed in elegance and feminine class

the promise is made if little is in words
but such desire is distinct in her eyes
distracting the mind with fantasy warm
and a journey soaring into the skies

my dreams realized not written in stone
for nothing is reserved in loves place
but romance is alive and kisses are safe
when mine eyes have caressed her face

© 2013 Amor Sabor