In His Heart a Golden Chair
It was a scent...but not any
her scent filled the air ..
sea breeze ..it was jasmine of lady faire,
his contessa in the wind ,,,singing him ,
dancing love ..
and the feet dancing bare,
on the sound of his laughter
with the joy of her hair,
lady fire always hope
lady fire who would dare
first of year was so long and the night was so young
then arrived lady faire,
summer eve never leave ..tinker belle who would weave
magic carpet...tinker belle who would care,
lady fire who would water waiting souls
and your life she shall share
limitless love ..limitless mare ..charming knight to her declare ,
flying eagle and a raven ..may be odd but united pair
their wings are bride ,
above the known seeking the rare,
my lady doth sleep ,
deeply sleep in heart of chair,
as the magic calling her ...little one
very deep ..deeply sleep in my heart,
in my heart a golden chair.
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