• To ------
    by
    Stone M. Medina


    Her long, straw hair
    What I wouldn't give to be there
    With me lost in her Stormy eyes
    Without her, my soul dies.

    Her porcelain hand in mine
    She would love to dine
    With me lost in her Stormy eyes
    Without her, my heart dies.

    Her soft-as-silk skin soothes the soul
    So much that it falls into a lull
    Her laughter, smooth as air through wind chimes
    With her, this is the best of times.

    Her heart beating against mine
    Two hearts are intertwine
    And they shall be forever and always
    For when there are wills, there are ways.

    Her head lying peacefully on my chest
    Truly this day is the best
    With me lost in her Stormy eyes
    Without her, I die.