Tuscan Fields in Clouds Eyes

Everything begins looking into your eyes,
me losing myself within them,
wearing sun dresses
dancing barefoot through your fields of Tuscan sunflowers
all my dreams dancing with me,
around me joining me...

all the while you hear my fragile whispers,
feel my compassionate touch
embracing you as my stone,
my shelter soon my lover
gods blessing gods gift to me, is you,
sent as my angel in flesh

I stand in front of you introducing myself
as your feathered wings
I drape myself softly across your back
saving you, teaching you, loving you
taking your fears vanishing them within myself

holding your hand,
my arm wrapped securely around yours
complementing each other
in the most satisfying manner
known to mankind ..

You will be my perfect mate
my perfect match
my angel


*Gahhhhhh hates love poems ew* -SHOOT ME-