The morning dew on the petals of a Calla Lily
is not as soft as the essence that flows from you.
Your energy is so Chantilly. Soft, calm,
yet steadily effervescent. Refined, elegant, magnetic.
A breeze gently caressing the supple branches of a willow tree
cannot match the grace with which you move.
The twinkling of the stars at night could never compare
to the joyful sparkle in your eyes that captivates me so.
When you smile, I become a prisoner without chains.
I have no reason nor desire to escape.
© Circa 2018 Scott Chase
