I wrote the words, crossed the T’s, and placed all the dots.
Serena took me from a world of isolation,
And in her touch, gave me a new salvation.
She leaned over and placed her hand on mine,
With a voice so gentle and a smile to out last time,
The manner in which she spoke, Serena intrigued my mind.
She cast her spell, and I was entranced,
like a story book rhyme.
Serena with her magic blush,
touched me like a canvas, creating a rush.
And now I lay here in a silent hush,
as she paints me into a wanting lust.
The more Serena paints with her magic brush,
the deeper we fall and now our wants are a must.
Like the moon recalling her oceans of tides,
I walk alone as cold chill sweeps from deep inside.
I lost the love that touched my soul, and painted dreams into my mind,
Embedded in my heart, Serena, a lady that I once called mine.