Poetic Dream Girl

Tears that flow, so full down your pale skin, As your gazing, at a star bright existence, Poetic beauty that you expose in resistance, To the darkness, that has no solemn sin. Pale skin, gentle girl or are you a jinn. You my dream, drive me to total abstinence. With auburn hair, you show me, my subsistence, My poetic heart stirs me, should I win. Your love whether fantasy or real, my legacy. Seeing you as you appear is my security. My spirit captured, by your tenderness. If poetic dream you be, then it is a fallacy. Though sadness you omit is my impurity. Your stillness, explains my lack of adverseness. Written on 03/02/2011 written for Sponsor John Heck Contest Name Hey...Mr. Editor!