The Seraph envies
Of sweet words spoken
Wrapped in warmth
Diamond eyes
Shining with acceptance
moments so free
The lark saunters
A lively tune
Permeates the room
heart strings leaping
An orchestra directed by ideas
moments so pure
The daisy blushes
Seeking the bed’s warmth
Yearning for those moments
Oh to speak with you again
Thank heavens, a corner of the world
Holds a soul so bright
The seraph envies
