you struck a chord in me,
and the string of lyrical spells
rushed between your fingertips;
a symphony flutters;
folded wings of a butterfly,
sit upon my heart;
you bend me in unspoken caress
I become pliant;
cradled under the crook of your deceptive arms,
I was admired.
what’s with my curves,
that you so mindful of?
I can spell more beauty,
just listen,
you’ll see.
BEAUTIFUL PIECE
I LOVED ALL OF IT
This is beautiful, exquisitely beautiful!
Starward