Infectious desire overcoming my soul,
dreams of Kiowa too elusive to hold,
like shadow's illusion though still filled with beauty,
to honour her wishes would 'ver be my duty.
I'll be her Aladdin, her magic prince,
flying carpet and All, dropping hints,
of my heart's pureness unbounded Love,
hints of the future and what lies above.
For her I'll dance on the clouds, harness the stars,
I'll take her on a journey, my lightning cars.
For all would be possible in this unpredicted bond,
and though her words may say no, i know her heart would respond.
copyright by Mark St. Rose. All rights reserved.
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