
See how slowly she moves
catching at heady rose and musk perfume
nectar delights her gossamered fleur
natures framed
hearts to care
whispers love, hope
and lightness of thought
rippling soft and slow
onto crystal dreams
of sacred silver lakes
sprinkled in blossoms of cherry white
for her form to grace
tracing curves of slenderest waist
and lips that plead
pulsing hearts receive
How shall I call you ?
My star guiding light
sparkling as morning dew
cupped in lush grasses
tenderest root juiced
and eagerly being
whirled, enflamed,
giddyness barely contains
overpowers
urges to reach
to touch
My Angel
My All
fanning fagrances to
pathe your way
seeks to sealing
promises for all our days
Then come sparkling star
wakening sleepy fields
and rushing falls onto streams
where birds sing and call
a gown prepared of the finest
spun golden filaments
clasped in emerald
matching eyes of green
and slippers of softest moss
caressing your feet
Believing declare
no beauty to compare
Such is the Magic of the Faerie Queen.
(c) Libithina
many thanks to Rosie for the stunning image
from a wonderful collection ~ inspired by her
love of weddings ~ magical ~
and to @onestoppoetry Sunday a special thanks
Waving out to all of my friends with hugs and love