She is a dream an apparition 
Flowing around and above me 
Whispering my name with sweet tones 
Putting a spin on it to suit her whim 
Flighty and flying soft and elusive 
She blows both hot and cold 
Sensitive and charming her smile melts me 
Her hand touches mine my heart stops 
She makes freedom and art form 
And humor an ally in life 
Her wisdom betrays her years 
Her sweet soul is as golden as her hair 

© Paul Viel 1999