By Tony DeLorger © 2013
Temptress she, who moves my mind,
in glorious colours, bold but kind,
who implores my thoughts of doubt and fear,
to surrender darkness, and hold her near.
Temptress she, who lives for now,
in quiet confidence of past resound,
from learning life with a compassionate gift,
and embracing all not set adrift.
Temptress she, who loves complete,
no strategies of gain, no dark deceit,
who follows her heart with an open soul,
and in the name of love would make me whole.
Temptress she, who forgives my faults,
and acknowledges hers and accepts default,
as a part of life and the lessons offered,
to inspire growth and in union proffer.
Temptress she, my hope and dream,
not perfect but at least a willing seam,
that holds a fabric sure and strong,
to weather life and in joy belong.
Temptress she, who'll take my soul,
and soothe the hurt and pain untold,
until my heart can open wide,
and express those words I hold inside.
Dreams are just life that hasn't manifested yet, in all its extremes. Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it.
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