Evangila
Your face, your Beautiful face for a brief moment only offering a glimpse an incite of your true self,So delicate, so fragile I dare not whisper in the moment in fear it may flee and you follow,
A wanting to be held ,to hold, to love and to be loved for who you are, not as a token to be used at someones
immature will.
Your sensitivity overwhelms, your warmth creates smiles within never known, affections betwixt thee and me
real alas reserved ,yet the twists and turns of thoughtless words never amounted to much but hurt.
Behind thy silk sheen of Aria and dance you dream of romance a fairy tail of a time gone by.
The caring tenderness of a loving hand, the summer glade stroll carefree, a first needed kiss
so gentle it would hurt.
The gingham throw and carved heart tree, so soft caress, to be without fear to have worth, as you
make your mark in this world.
A mark you shall make my love with a voice pure and clear, your inner beauty projecting far beyond
the Opera houses of the world, then found unexpectedly by such safe hands ready to hold your heart dear
, coveting it with his life's blood and kissing you tenderly forever.
