Tiny Beauty
She floats on the air, as she
passes by me; her beauty abounds, and sets my heart free.
You can see all the struggles,
in the depth of her eyes; the sorrow she feels, has been compounded by lies.
She is tiny and small, but a
Goddess throughout; she’s a dream in the night, that erases my doubt.
A smile that calms, with just a
twitch of her lips; a desire in motion, with the sway of her hips.
She doesn’t quite see, she’s a
light in the night; she thinks she’s too thin, and not appealing to sight.
She makes my heart flutter,
like silk in the breeze; when she gives me a hug, I get weak in the knees.
I get lost in my thoughts, of
holding her near; I go to a place, that is vacant of fear.
She’s a vision of hope, that
stays on my mind; she’s the rarest of gems, and one of a kind.
If I had a wish, and only one
could be granted; she would know I’m the one, and in her heart be enchanted.
She’s a whisper of bliss, that
descends from above; my mind is at peace, when she’s all I think of.
I would tell you her name, but
don’t want no one to know; someone might take her, and my dreams would just go.
I wonder and wait, if I’ll get
a chance; to hold her real close, and be part of her dance.
The life that I’ve seen, has
rarely been fair; a lady like her, doesn’t know that I’m there.
My feelings are clear, with my
heart on my sleeve; I’m mending my heart, with a stitch and a weave.
Life is not meant, to be spent
all alone; I wait for the one, that I can place on her throne.
To know that she’s safe, and
has all my love; cause she’s a perfect creation, from the heavens above.
What more can be said, when
your dream takes a form; life without her, would be an eternal storm.
By Ron Lee
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