Anna Maria Poems
A Dream Realized | Early Poems
Our love lives where clouds form.
When snow falls from sky to earth,
It melts and journeys down the mountain as water.
It joins the river and runs for many miles.
Then I dip my cup into the spring,
and I drink you from the sky.
This is when I see you.
This is when I walk into your arms my love.
This is when I touch you, taste you, and know you are real.
Taken | Early Poems
What am I to you?
A fairy? An elf?
I have bewitched you.
In the bewitching hours of the night
I have taken you.
I am a sprite,