My Lady Lisa
you are a perfect petal
which fell from a blooming flower
you landed in a brook
and floated downstream
past my face as I knelt for a drink of
cool water
I reached for you
I stood up, brushed the water from my eyes
looked around for you
but by then
you were gone
the avenue where she met him
in the crowds
his kiss she feels
on the back of her neck
his warm embrace
will save her yet
he will comfort her trembling arms
his eyes met hers
with mystic charm
never doubt his love
his firm devotion
a tempest fueled
upon her Ocean
Yvette's ~~ **