Desire

Beautiful is she,
Her looks are fire.
With her I'll be,
That's my desire.

Her beauty will be loved,
Of her, I'll never tire.
I'll treasure my dove,
My true desire.

Graceful is her voice,
To love and inspire.
A lovely little noise,
My adorable desire.

Look are face,
Where cute never retires.
To admire and embrace,
Is my desire.

All my soul,
Is enjoyed, is higher.
Her beauty takes it's toll,
And remains my desire.

It's only she,
I wish to admire.
My love to be,
My one true desire.

Close to my heart,
Warmed by your fire.
Sad day we should part,
My beauteous desire.

Would you be mine?
Of me you would tire.
But for our spirits to intertwine,
That's my…

© @deadmanchaos Nov. 2012