Gently moving with the breeze you bring
As with the flowers, the scent...the air
Did cause this poetess..to stop and stare
For not even a knight so true
Gave more than a thought...or two...
But you were there, and made her feel
Shades of violets, emeralds and teal..
You brought the colors, the vibrant hue
Moving through darkness, coming into view.
A gloved touch, your reached for her cheek
And grasped her soul, once so timid and meek.
While swirling shades of indigo's and tints
Of lilacs and orchids, and brushed blue hints.
Your touch was as the soft mornin' dew
And there for eternity she'll abide with you......
Copyright Dancers Inc. 1997
