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.