The Way It Seems

by Billy rob

Gentle winds trail behind her to smell her sweet perfume
and the beauty on her face shames the rose's bloom.
Jealous clouds start weeping over a lady this soft and fair,
sad their moon sends it's rays to caress her raven hair.

Stars all sit impatient to see the sparkle in her eyes
and if by chance she smiles, all dance in the sky.
The sun waits for the dawn to shine upon her soul
pulling from it's strength in order to feel whole.

I pinch my arm in dreams for I fear this is not true,
loving simple men like me ladies do not do.
My eyes will open up, so afraid it was a dream,
so I pray each morning it is the way it seems.

CopyrightÂ©2008Billy Rob Hopkins