Joseda
the softness of a summer breeze
caressing thoughts and soothing these
you are to me
just out of reach
a sweet
delectibly ripe peach
I smell your soul and taste your wine
your eyes so clear; your lips sublime
would I dare
to steal your smile
and hold your thoughts
for just a while
never have I sucha one
so beautiful; my wants undone
a flower I can never touch
a dream I've never loved so much
a whisper every now and then
reminding me of moments when
my memories were satisfied
with thoughts of you; I even cried
the doves would wake the morning sun
and I still hear my heart; unsung
a wish would never manifest
a hope could never let me rest
and so I say a prayer for you
Joseda, may my dreams come true...