The Baby Queen

Like an angel from paradise you came In my dream - I believed that to be true, Like a princess you graced up on me The realism was out of true. I walked to you like my destiny famed With your shadow beholden for obstacles unknown, I traveled along mirthfully With mind's eye of your presence alone. You versed me the sonnet With my choired essence from heart and soul, You rhymed the lines with your agape love With my odes poetized from esteem and parole. You heeled with that dance With my arms over your slender waist, You balled to me apace and softly impinged on me abreast. You dallied with your innocence With my veiled childhood those were lost erstwhile, You bellylaughed with your essence With my hogwash talk and smile. You came like an angel and graced like a princess In my dream - I believe that to be true, The realism that I wish for You are my baby queen and is not out of true.