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