The stars are placed right tonight. <br />There's some kinda bright glowing light <br />bringing home her blues music star <br />arriving from country away far. <br /> <br />Lady with her glowing red gown. <br />Dark hair falling shoulder length down <br />looks out upon window seat view <br />knows how his heart sings true. <br /> <br />He sang hardly need single word <br />to let your truth be heard <br />devotion is within pure sweet eye <br />emotions who can never die. <br /> <br />Her lover will strum his song <br />althrough the darken night long <br />until fresh breath dawns light <br />allows mornings bird to take flight. <br /> <br />Cool tuned wind in the trees <br />lady Emma is upon her knees <br />hypnotized by his deep blues <br />listening to his hidden inner clues. <br /> <br />His song is kissing her lips <br />rhythm caressing her waist and hips. <br />The magic charm is warmly glowing <br />her heightening pleasures are flowing. <br /> <br />Desires the dragon to devour <br />like the rose bud red flower <br />arriving with deepest fiery song <br />whose meaning can't be wrong. <br /> <br />Well loves arrow fired true <br />creates romance young old and new. <br />What other unsung lines left to say <br />except sweet Emma's singers come today. <br /> <br />And he's her messenger of love.<br /><br />Wayne Falconer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/messenger-of-love-4/
