Regan

I bid you come into my world of dreams
And delve into the secret garden
That I have planted for you.
Who alone is worthy of such a gift
The heart made into a present
A collection of infinite colors and spectrums
With a paper fold tag that reads,
"For you."
Who's laughter wakens my spirit each day
Like a drink of chill spring water
Rejuvenating and fresh from the winter?
Who sleeps so peacefully in the lazy afternoon
Honey colored arms a perfect pillow
For such a softly outlined face?
Who's singular glance is enough to make flowers bloom
And create such a foreign stir in this young poet's
Heart?
For your very presence inspires
Your hands are two curious entities
Reaching out to touch and feel, mold and shape.
Your hair is of a pigment that painters envy.
Your lips, so sweetly pursed,
The woe of sculptors who would seek
To capture your charm.
Look at me beautiful one.
My soul is writing volumes of your loveliness
My heart is painting galleries of your image
Walk in the garden with me
And let me compare you to the magnolias
So satirically sweet.
Sit beside me beneath the rose trees
That I might drink of your enchantments
Breath your aroma like the most precious perfume.
Oh splendid lover of my soul.
My heart is content only when I am with you
My spirit soars only in admiration of your flawlessness
Oh temptress of the garden.
Hearken to the words, sweet bearer of my soul
As I speak them from a heart that is overwhelmed
By your presence.
I can say nothing save this
For my brow becomes moist and I grow faint
From looking at a glory that glows as brightly
As the sun.
My Delilah in the finery of a commoner.
I can say nothing save
Love me, love me, love me
For I am at a loss for words.

-Lauren Hatch
June 6, 2007