A breath of fresh air.
In fact a beautiful seductive dream.
You’re probably told how beautiful you are countless times.
I just hope it means more when you hear it from my voice.
I guess you can call it a fools hope.
Well having your image in my eyes gives my heart pleasure,
And when I gaze upon you;
I always feel the need to pick up a pen.
To paint you with my words on paper.
Fold the note and put it in my shirt pocket.
So I can have you all to myself.
To keep an angel close to my heart.
I think I fall in love every time I see you.
Or maybe what I feel.
Is the tightening around my heart of the grip of lust.
Well you’re my happy distraction.
I get lost in your eyes the windows into your soul.
Furthermore inviting is the enticing elixir that is your body.
The true meaning of what I feel remains to be seen.
But as we journey on you’ll still be my beautiful seductive dream.