Father Time, has taken his
magic wand,
Touched our lives.
Creating a magic wonder
land.
And as you approached me,
I was overcome by your,
Black curly hair framing
your face.
Eyes as blue as a cloudless
sky,
Skin liken to fine satin.
Lips as sweet as honey,
Touch as soft as a kitten,
Heart of purest gold.
Body as strong as an oak
tree.
Reaching for me,we were
swept away,
To a magical paradise,
Somewhere in seventh
heaven
I enjoyed being rocked in
the cradle of your love.
You are my magic man,
Creating a magic wonder-
land.
(c) copyright heather burns
I enjoyed being rocked in
the cradle of your love.
You are my magic man,
Creating a magic wonder-
land.
wonderful magic man... hope its true and making you hapy with magic... lovely poem..good idea,, impressive flow and relly a great and sweet one.. love your way of dreaming type themes of poems... resepect your words and feelings... sure I do .....
Hi Magic Man.
You are also my fairy man.
The only one I'll ever want
or need. Love ya.