my mind's a mess
thoughts of love i miss

composing an intimate song
on my skin it goes along
rhyming a word
longing for a sword

looking at the moon
hoping for a boon
a lover's sweet moan
all there is to swoon

so i willingly surrender
to a bed with only a comforter
to keep me warmer
in the nights of winter

how soon is december
to be with my lover...

© @Sweet Fantasy