My Dearest Raven-Bird Of Love
Words could never truly do thee justice,
by Velmar Pewee Hale Johnson
lovely one with eyes that capture my soul, and give it life.
There are a million thoughts of how one would describe thine beauty, but then beauty is just a word,
and ye are so much more.
Words float through my aching mind,
alight with the fever of love that I feel for thee.
Ye shine like the morning Sun.
Thine voice is like an angel, soft, alluring, sweet.
Thine beauty is unmatched my fair princess.
My dearest Raven, until such time as we should meet, I bid thee adieu.