/head>
The Phoenix
Out
of ashes, a Phoenix rises…
Hiding
her face, why disguises?
Her
purpose clear, sweet innocent dove;
Uplifting
hearts, with conquering love.
Fire
still burning, coals still aglow;
Feelings
stirred from a friend we know.
Warmth
she provides, sweet sounds to the ear,
Rekindling
old feelings when held so near.
To hold for a moment, our Bird on Fire,
The Phoenix will heal all needs for desire.
Consuming affections, our Hearts, and our Souls;
Unaware of a presence, making you whole.
Selfless
wonder, who surely will find;
That
which she searches, Hearts true and kind.
Spirit
so strong, so young, so fine;
Willing
to give the lucky her time.
Try
and be patient, great Bird in flight;
For
life’s many pleasures take more than one night.
Savor
the moments when touch make you feel,
When
time stands still, that it can heal.
Close
your eyes and relax, let it take you away;
To
a place now forbidden, you dare not say.
Cherished
forever, her beauty unrivaled;
The
Phoenix will blossom, if passions unbridled.