The Incomplete Poetess

I dream about Adour all night

Darkness taken away yet no light

Away, away blown, I stood somewhere

Little familiar not so aware;

Skips a beat and it burns

For his glimpse, I yearn

He has a magical laugh but why?

So effortless, does he even try?

He's my beautiful reverie

The captured sights are my precious treasury

Share with me the stories unheard

And trust me, they'll fill my hoard.

Is it the simplicity in you?

I find love when I am blue

Without you, I'll fall low

I believe, you know.