opened
nostrils flaring
piebald mustang dances
the scent of water on the wind
thunder
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opened
nostrils flaring
piebald mustang dances
the scent of water on the wind
thunder
Thunder
fading echoes
of the retreating storm
on petals the tears of the sun
Glowing
Glowing
eyes and cheeks lit
with roses, daisies beneath
smiling chins let you know when you're
in love
glowing
bright as a star
shining like the heavens
Your ethereal beauty blinds my eyes
my love
in love
sometimes people
finish sentences for
each other, more often than not,
my love
my love
what would I do
If it was you I lost?
I would search the whole universe
for you
for you
I caught this frog
with mottled emerald skin
and such wise and knowing eyes.
Want him?
Want him?
May be my prince
A kiss upon the mouth
to see if this really is him
my prince
My prince,
said nature boy,
You know fools can be kings
but never for much longer than
allowed
allowed
to love just once
but to find the person
who may be the prince I will love
the quest
The quest
where few dare tread
from which fewer return
and never without scars and tales
is love
is love
close in my grasp,
or only what I can see
not of that which is my feelings?
questioned
questioned
visions and veils
glamors, shades of romance
you don't just need instinct to win
at hearts
at hearts
appearance gone,
what's seen is what's inside
finding the true person through heart
matters
matters
just took a turn
from calm back to business
afraid I've got to step away
sorry