Plato said:
"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet"
Well count me in the ranks for I have fallen
With wet palms and a fast beating heart
I close my eyes and dream of a pure soul,
a gorgeous being and a beautiful mind
She is the inspiration for the sun to rise
for the spring birds to chant
for daffodils to paint rolling hills
for nature to cure all its ills
She is magical with her touch
Spreads serenity and peace with her smile
Transcends eternal optimism with her eyes
And a character that exudes strength of will
She is the reason for my heart to sing
for my eyes to glow with joy
for my body to dance out of control
for my mind to be full of glee
