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