Pink Clouds

Dawn it was

When I saw you first

So thin and lean by mass

Dark and full of thirst.

I had no thought

How here I got

But the soul in me

Just want my lust to rot.

Sooner if I can wish

I would choose you for love

For my life as his bliss

You would have become my dove.

So I know nothing more

And I am that poor,

I might have been a sailor for time

But I can sail us to the shore.

Come and hold my dream

If you can just feel the rain

I might just leave anything

And I would make you my queen.