Yvette's ~*
Yvette ~*
I dream of you
in misty meadows
where larks sing in the morning
where butterflies and somber skies
mix with emotions of the heart
and in this realm
of ancient possibility
my love for you blossoms a start
and grows and lasts
and lasts and grows
from dawn till dusk and thru night
a wispy silvery wing
a tinkling ice spring
my arms around you hold tight
the faerie of the valley
the sorcerer on the mountain
they watch with gazing eyes
as you open for me
and I enter into you
together in the spell of our lives ~*
Yvette's ~*