Would That You May
Respond in beauty inherent an elegant glance
waltz through a room with pure innocence.
A pleat lives in fury as in winds take a chance
her external peace, her mystique felt whence
She would stroll past my eyes on this night
She hasn’t seen me though perhaps she does
always recognize that in some way she might
breathe azure, a hummingbird has sweet buzz
When found in repose on a hot summer day.
I would capture the moment of pure delight
to know her beauty is omniscient in some way.
I would begin to know a sensuality in her light.
Taps upon my heart, smitten need a dancer’s dove
coo to her reminiscent glide in paths of love.