Ode To My Beloved

Pray tell me why,
She’s the apple of my eye?
The sweetest cherry of them all,
My fervent heart she doth enthrall

Creating art together in my dreams,
We sculpt ‘n paint romantic scenes
We travel to distant stars above,
Soar at light speed, fueled by love

Cherubs ‘n Angels invite us to play,
On Heavenly playground, I daresay
At last we touch upon firm ground,
Reluctant to be earthbound

Fun we’ve had with no remorse
Repeat tomorrow night? Of course!
Alas the morning sun stirs me awake,
I pray nocturnal trip wasn't fake

poem by Ray Lucero
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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