At the Beginning...
The sun sets o'er the hills.
the birds cry out in resounding shrills.
The day is coming to its' end,
an important message, I mean to send.
My mind is racing with all its secrets
contentment, fulfillment, and no regrets.
At last a friend I have found,
who's feet are planted on the ground.
In his arms i long to be.
Desire's flames are dancing within me.
My heart skips a beat when he is near.
I cherish the seconds when he is here.
Now I am rambling, and carrying on
it quickly approaches the hour of dawn.
This message i have, I mean to say,
I simply can't wait to see him today.
a.boudreaux 2000
