For the Lovelorn Suitor

Her smiles dance through like butterflies

Flitting through on the brink of summerIn her eyes you see infinity born

Heart roused from its long repose

You ache to devour her like a lion

In your daydreams of your futures

Skies azure and warmth are called forth

Grass bursting vibrant green with flowers

Truth and illusion become lovers first

I will tell you how to win her

Just remember who will stand the test of time:

Not he who loved her first

But he who loves her last.  

  © 2007 C.Nichols