Humming along strumming along
Dancing and prancing as the melody fills the air
Smiling and laughing
Sending notes as high as the eagle soars
And bellowing like a bear
Alas! A prisoner is he!
To her
Those eyes
Around her once he goes, twice
And thrice
Rewarded with cold and a mocking glare
A different chord he hits
And strums a fine tune
The goddess he worships with words
Crafty as a blacksmith
Smooth as the rose petal
His lips poured forth the water
The flower of her soul did drink
Softer is her countenance
Ah yes she did blink
Now blushing her once pale face now pink
She smiles and the world stops
It is just she and him
Time eludes and stays away
Is it real or just a whim….
Kissing her hand he leaves her
Smiling and dancing away
He has enthralled her!
He was the hunter not the prey….
Michael S Wigington
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