My Velvet Crush Poem by Dean Meredith

She was pink on white
My velvet crush
Always dressed up
With bright colour
Of some sort
As an accompaniment
As a not so secret friend
She was fresh flowers
In a vase of clear water
Always a table cloth under her
Like a thin picnic blanket
And the simple paths she walked on
Were yellow brick roads
All leading to castles in the sky
Her young girl shoes had to be red
And shiny with little buckles
She was cotton wool still on the bush
And the breeze was her music
Paddocks were meadows around her
Trees watched out like sentinels
Guarding her virtue from errant invaders
But no bird sang in her fields
Other than maybe ladybirds
Very quietly as they do
She was heaven in a breath
And that's no exaggeration
She could light any moment
And make it feel at home
She was pink on white
My velvet crush