Dreaming of a Fairy Tale Masquerading as a Phantom

Some are blessed while others are cursed

Some opt for rhyme and others free verse

Some think that romance is far more complex

Than bonds that are only defined by sex

For climaxes can't hold a candle to hearts

The latter of which are oft torn apart

Not to be put together again

Until She once more finds love on which kismet depends

Time after time

She rereads this rhyme

To muse how Her suitor

Can be so unkind

An ice cream blonde with sweetness of breath

A rejection from Her is akin to Your death

Her blue eyes that hypnotize

And subsequently romanticize

That will silence the most piercing cries

And resurrect anyone who dies

The softness of Her glance

And the permission that it grants

To kiss so lightly that who You

Have now become accustomed to

In a world where emotions are typically strewn

Amidst unfulfilled hearts that beat all alone

Her portrait of beauty cannot be diminished 

Whether It's been completed or merely half finished

Dancing with a ghost with phantom blue eyes

Until the dawn gives birth to a stunning sunrise

Now this cherub whose life that You share

With whom You spend Your days free from care

Pictures of silk in velveteen dreams

Stitch together this broken heart at the seams

Now much like the bond between the moon and the sun

The Midnight hour blends Them into one