A Mystery Man in My Mind

The red of lips and rose. The beat of the heart in my ears as my head lies on your chest. Your fragrance is classic and your smile is unforgettable. A day set aside for me to adore you properly. Maybe there is not one and only for me now, but the air is blanketed with a perserverent expectation. My hands fold together and pray. Devotion is the commotion. I am still and I find a cocky style in your ripped blue jeans. You are such a mystery that I do not know you at all. I can just dig deep in my imagination and find a sire for my new line of heart string watercolors. I paint for you, as you sing and play guitar for me. It is all in a day that we play and see what can be in the mystery of the sea and destiny.