Fantasy forests, full of love
Trees talk, tongues to kiss
Swollen, singing, streams love laughter
Animals are, alive have dreams
Beautiful, bold, butterflies make love
GReen grass, grows to feed
Love, live, learn from me.
The gift of perfect beauty,
Lies within her fragile hands.
Her scarlet face of velvet weeps,
When moonlight floods the land.
Angled in a way so as to disguise
And yet it lingers on minds as a mystery
Truths to be said, and lips to gently kiss