Lily-pad Love

kind of like a ballad? who knows.

The faeries jump

from one to another,

playful and 

light.

They powder the air

they lighten the

otherwise dreary

night.

Tiny and 

firty,

Naughty and

fun.

A lily-pad

for every

one.

A male walks by

lost and

cold.

He's sheltered

by the trees,

old.

One walks up

daring and

brave.

He offers his

broken heart to

save.

She takes it to

heart and 

cries.

He has compassion;

her tears he

dries.

They collapse together;

a lover's 

embrace.

A lily-pad

for every

one.

True love as

two souls become

one.

Author's Note

what are your thoughts?