The Breeze

The breeze is blowing gently through the magnolias of my mind,

The scent is softly sweet and so sublime,

It is nearly overwhelming to me.

Oh, it is glorious to be wrapped within the magnolias of my

mind.

The breeze stirs the loveliness of the scent,

And makes one know that it is always heaven-sent,

For the magnolias of my mind remind me of the times,

That you were with me, near me, touching me at times.

Ah, the magnolias are so beautiful,

They are glorious to lay eyes upon.

When one thinks about them,

They are magnificence enthroned within a blossom.

What wonders the breeze stirs in my mind,

The branches of magnolias sway with the movement

Of a ballet dancer, pirouetting, dancing on tip-toe,

Such beauty to behold, such sweet scent, so benevolent.

Touch me as you did before, as if you adore me,

Touch me with the breeze of your sweet breath.

The scent of the magnolias of my mind,

Will engulf you within itself, and make you mine.

Poetry copyright 1999 by: Tulsabutterfly.
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