Remaining in Magic (I Vow)

 
You are a delicate flower
Such as the daisy I observe
Late on a slow summer’s eve
Graced by the chirping of birds

The scent of Queen Ann’s Lace
Draws atent my gaze to you
Swirling about in the meadows
That we call home; what a valiant view

We laugh and dance like little girls
Stretching our arms up to the sky
And begin to slumber under the stars
The moon smiling upon us all night

So I dream of you in fairyland
A secret garden to explore
Each petal tells a different tale
Such as you wielding a Warrior’s Sword

And upon awakening in your arms
A deep admiration glints from my eyes
Beholding the beauty of your elegance
My lover, my lady, my sweet flower; my Bride