Tread softly through my soul
With gentle caring ways
Footsteps soft as summer breeze
Words gentle as floral sprays.
Touch my heart with tenderness
And warmth of a golden blaze
Caress it with beautiful feelings
And charming affectionate displays.
Be my winter sun and summer rain
And I'll be your fairy tale
The fragrant flowing dainty breeze
To your strong and gutsy gale.
My love is mountains strong and oceans deep
I'm all woman, don't you ever forget
I give my heart to you selflessly
But my soul I zealously protect.
I'm the rose that pours my fragrance
To the cherishing hand that toucheth
But my thorns are sharp, unforgivingly
Wound mortally the hand that plucketh.
© Manic Sylph 2015
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Drops In My Ocean
PoetryThe rapturous drops of my heart fall as poetry into the ocean of my infinite soul. I gather my ocean into each drop, to quench the thirst of questing spirits that wander into my world....