I would like to call you

I would like to call you my

Fiery queen,

And watch you smile

All my days long

I would like to paint my poems

With soft delicate petals,

Across your back,

And hold your hand,

To run you against the sweet southern wind,

Through green and wild savannah,

I would like to make you

My secret sun

Blazing bright and red,

In the orchards

And I will steal away,

To watch you blossom amidst other lilies and roses

And watch your emerald eyes reflect its colors of the rainbow.

I will make you my wings

And fly you high to feel the winds

And see the clouds,

I will make you my evening star,

Scatter you across memories of home,

And every night let you shine,

The sweet radiance in my heart