When I think of her eyes, and what they take in...

...everything is just as it was and always will be.


She sleeps in a blue colored dovecote and runs through green colored fields, getting closer;


pulling me closer,


endlessly, into her arms.



Somehow, we always awaken together:


Shared, merged, a fantasy, uninhibited, and sipped like a new glass of red wine.


**


Her eyes behold the same things I've taken in.


Our merging,


has emerged,


in Love.


WHB~copyright 03/03/09.

note to self: drop those commas!!!!!!