She walks, watches, and feels.

Murmurous lips haunt,

Summer eyes blustery, sweet, steal.

A vision or a walking dream,

Magic’s immortal we were a team.

Beams made me stop to think,

Fragrance in those lips almost bloomed pink.

A phantom when she stood still.

Feeling watching me on the lush grass,

I swallowed her pill.

With tender kisses, expresses, caresses,

Our honey such tenderness.

So both we are a sculptors grace,

Amongst fields of green a spiritual place.

Words of cherish uttered,

As our scent entwined and fluttered.