Denise

Denise
She makes me feel like a prince
Her lyrical voice which can break a wire
And her presence that makes nature move like strings of a broken lyre
In my minds prevails the peace
When the tales I listen to are of Denise
The love that I thought was lust
Now dictates that its a must
In her absence I weep
Like a kitten that has lost its milk to a place that is deep
Bring me she and gratitude shall befall thee.