What she wore

I reached for a word
One no ear had ever heard
To describe what I felt
That instant when my heart started to melt
My heart was on fire
As I glared at the subject of my desire

Purple lips you could not miss
Hips I would so love to kiss
Lips so divine
Dreamt of kissing them with wine
As if frozen in time
She stood there, in her glory all mine

I was hers, and she was mine
How would she have known
That love could be sown
By two hearts so far apart
Separated by distance

But in this one instance
We would be one
This love could not be undone
The seeds were planted
Not to be supplanted
By nothing but more of the same
Sweet love that would drive me insane

Yes there she stood in that purple dress
No need for her to undress
That picture captured the moment
When her heart was free of torment
And her tender lips must have said to mine
Honey, my heart will always be thine

imadon @ 2002