Crisp afternoon morning,
I miss thee so.
Your cool dew drops once
touched my parched lips.
...
Rejoice, I dare you.
The sweet smell of your perfection
assaults my fragile nose.
The color of your hair
...
I know I am beautiful.
My eyes are deep,
colored like the water swirling
in tendrils around colored coral.
...
Crisp Afternoon Morning
Crisp afternoon morning,
I miss thee so.
Your cool dew drops once
touched my parched lips.
Singing to my soul like the kiss
of him.
Him, the one.
The only.
Taste the tongue of dew
wishing it was you.
Wondering why,
did you leave me stranded.