In the wonder of your presence
did I tell you I adore you so
you make me feel like a poet
of the stature of Edgar Allen Poe.
You make me sail the skies
your breath being the breeze
Holding my wings afloat
as I drift about with ease.
Just sigh me a smile
as I inhale passion's scent
trickling bout the stars
as I chase where they went.
Oh, lady of mine own desire
blow me a whistful kiss
as I sail heaven's store
and drift within your bliss.
Del Cano 2006 September
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