Some part of her wants to fall in love—
Live the fairy tale she grew up believing
But long ago faded from her mind.
She stares at stars on stormy nights,
Dreaming about the one moment
She has been imagining all her life.
From her terrace built with lattice,
She grows red roses in the garden
And cuts the thorns promptly so.
The cause of her reflection weighs
On a mind delicate and fragile—
The only mind she has ever known.
Behind her eyes true temptation lies,
Slowly she lets seamless desire rest—
I am silent as she leaves dreams behind.
DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com
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