My Most Secret Dreams
A maiden’s crown of ivy
Entwined within her hair,
A sweet come hither smile
That warms the very air,
Her scent a wild perfume
That drives sense from my head,
Her lips like two rose petals
A kiss to wake the dead,
And each time that I see her
The yearnings once more start,
This pretty little elfin miss is
The thief who stole my heart.
Her laughter so like music
Which sets the soul to dance,
Her eyes so bright and sparkling
Hold the promise of romance.
Should I give my heart over
With no struggle or do I fight?
But how does one fight a spirit
That comes forward bathed in light
That outshines the sun’s own glory
Though ‘tis more like pale moonbeams
That glisten on a lover’s skin
In my most secret dreams
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