My lady is the finest Monet
Filling my horizon with a landscape of beauty
My lady is the scent of the morning
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Calm waters reflecting a blue sky
A green forest shoreline
Birds soaring underneath perfectly placed clouds
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Thoughts unspoken, feeling not expressed
A love so secret I dared not reveal
Only with my actions did I confess
A love for you that was anonymous
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Vulnerable, soft and fragile
Delicate to the touch
Dodging, ducking, evading
Every attempt to clutch
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I saw a butterfly today
And it made me think of you
Silken wings beautifully adorned
Simple beauty beyond imagination
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Of all the battles that I won or lost
The decisions in life made with great cost
Nothing compares to the feeling of loss
Of not steeling a heart from you
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Imagination satisfies desires
Lost in the safety of mediocrity.
Excuses ignore nature’s prophecy
Creating illusions of dualism
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There was a time when we used to laugh
Play games together to make time pass
Watch movies alone in a long embrace
Talk about our day face to face
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My Lady
My lady is the finest Monet
Filling my horizon with a landscape of beauty
My lady is the scent of the morning
Arousing my being before the taint of the day
My lady is the sound of a sparrow
Capturing my imagination in song
My lady is the touch of an angel
Energizing the heart of my soul
My lady is the wisdom of ages
Challenging my every thought with goodness
My lady is the taste of ambrosia
Sustaining my hunger for life
My lady fills my senses