Within my dreams I have pulled at the seams of woman with beauty and mystery.
Her eyes I viewed, they unlike a tart.. Sad she is, a broken heart.
She flowed across the ebbing of my thoughts to greet me, humbled by her soul a fraught.
Her eyes; filled with a longing undying. Her tears; they streamed, she would never stop crying
She took her hand and bestowed a small message, one since lost past my adolescence.
A tilted head met the edge of my chest. My abdomen encouraged the pressure of her breast.
I embrace her meaning, this time not alone. Words; they rolled from her lips so bold.
She stopped her tears and begins to say, "Beseech me my King, and I am assured to stay."
"Please forgive me for such a harsh word, but I have come to warn thee about what has stirred. "
"Speak my name and I will tell you its truth. I dare not lie less I break a front tooth."
I lifted her form; as gentle as a dove, "oh my dear beauty... your name is Love."
