Imprint On My Soul:
In my memory, within my mind,
I see a beauty, sent from the great divine.
It takes form, within satin hues,
a wry smile, and an endless trail of clues.
This form takes shape from within the mist,
First etheral, then flesh, suddenly a woman exists.
Dainty and thin, with full pouting lips,
when she smiles, my god, it's sweetness at it's best.
The curves of her shoulders, the curves of her hips,
being with her, must be like eternal bliss.
Flashing eyes of hazel, with flaxen hair of silk,
it sets off her facial features, with no hint of ill wish.
A social butterfly, with oh, so much grace.
She'll set your heart on fire, without loosing her step, or pace.
This woman is becoming real, no longer a glimpse in my mind.
For I have truely seen her, with my own bewildered two eyes.
I truely desire this woman, with all my heart, and my soul.
But will she accept me, or forever be, just an imprint on my soul.
By:
Matthew Sankey