Your delicate presence graces mine,
fills my thoughts with waves of blue.
Your butterfly dancing flutters by,
giving a gentle hue.

Your eyes are soft like morning dew,
Glistening like a modest sapphire.
Your hair is elaborate spider web,
spun with great desire.

Your laugh is the sweetest of all sound,
a melody I’ll never forget.
I wish to add my harmony,
but I can’t join you just quite yet.

You invite me to join your dance,
you, the one I love the most.
I long to take your hand,
But I can’t go dancing with a ghost.