Copyright Missy Lynn 2002
The Faerie dreams of her love.
Perched upon the soft flesh of a rose,
On a perfect sun drenched afternoon
She ponders the face of her love.
Gracefully she stands with long flowing frock
Of lavender hues.
Gossamer wings flitting in the soft breeze,
Her mind is dancing with romantic dreams,
Happy thoughts.
She dreams of holding her love close to her,
Pressing against her milky white flesh.
Holding a daisy in her delicate hand,
"He loves me, He loves me not"
Her love tiptoes closer on the dewy grass
"But of course I love you"!
