the tallest fancies of a simple girl

following the symphony of lovers lips

leaves echo beneath glowing feet

drifting as the willows politely sway

below the sparkling dome of dreams

a scent so profound and magnificent

she waltz’s to each moment dangling

the tallest fancies of a simple girl

lingering in perfect words framed in kisses

hummed only in the shades of secrecy

she waits expectantly for the sun to sleep

until a lovers dream is formed to life

where true beauty holds the ivory crown

 

darling, won’t you have this dance