She is the sun that creates a rainbow,
The moon that gives a glow,
That starts that twinkle in the summer,
A dream I wish to know.
She holds a dream, one beyond love,
A vision I long to share,
Her ways, her walk, her talk—enthralling,
Simple acts, meaningful and rare.
We have roads we follow alone,
But I wish to ride with her,
To see her home, to be a part,
Of the dream she holds so dear.
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Author:
A.N. (
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Comments1
Allure become attraction then fixation. A poem of being captured by a siren. Lovely
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