The Man I Desire, Could He Be You

I don't wear glasses in shades of rosy pink and I don't believe that fairytales come true. But when I dip love's pen into indigo ink I create the man I desire. Could he be you? I sketch with words, the traits I most admire, Honesty, loyalty, with a dash of quirky sense. Give me a soft sweet kiss, set my soul afire Converse with me with lucidity, intelligence. I'll be at your side, your warrior princess, riding into adventures with my Sir Galahad. I offer romance, roses, and feminine bless dressed in lace, I'll be sweet Victorian clad. I'll loose my hair beneath the silver moon; lean in soft against your masculine chest. Come hither, do not fear the windy dunes They'll soon abate once passion has its rest. I don't wear glasses in shades of rosy pink but I do love quills, in softly colored ink. If there's a chance you have such knightly qualities, Would you be interested in sharing life's frivolities? ~A collaboration of Mystic Rose and Lin Lane~ December 15th 2015 Thank you so much, my sweet talented, Vienna, for your romantic visions and soft shades of ink.