My ladylove walked the path,

Gently gliding into my mind.

I watched her dancing there.

I saw her dancing.

She stretched her arms to me.

Gracefully beckoning,

As she twirled and whirled

The small world within me.

She spun me in spirals

Into the dawning glow.

She twisted me,

She would not let go.

I smelled the color of green

Summer apples.

I heard the color of blue

In the wind.

I felt the color of red

In the fire of my heart.

It was you!

It was you.

Dedicated to Queen Rose.

© 2008 Charles M. Baker III