Fantasy love

Cold air swarm around me

I'm lost and alone, it's dark out

The air is sented with a sweet smell

 

I Let my hair down and glid along the forest floor

My wings damp but dry

I am tierd of flying

 

I see the sea glitter in the moon light as fairs and pixys fly

They fly along minding there buissness

I am bigger and wiser

I am not three inches but I am five foot

 

No taller i am, no shoter I will be

I will find my love the one who love's me 

The sweet smell is stronger

 

It smells of flowers and coco

I float to it memramized by the smell

He sits there playing a fiddle

 

He's beautiful with blue eyes that light up in the night

Brown hair that curls

Lean and fit the way i wanted him to be

 

He looks up and smiles

The sensation is to strong

I thrust myslef at him

 

We kiss long and hard

We hug and cuddel

I love him and will love him

 

I meat him in a dream once and this won't be the last

Time we meet... but i must go

Go back home

 

For only this is a dream

But it's not

I am a Shamman and i travle to places

I shall go where ever i like tommarow night........

Reviews

[Keith]

This has a lovely flow to it. It sets a wonderfully romantic scene. I liked it :)

On the advise side I'll just mention that you should watch your spelling

[emman]

Nice poem.. I like it so much.. :)