Be the woman I have cherished
Imagined in my dreams
So all dubious thoughts perish
And you are what you seem
No alarming expectations
Just the virtue of love
An adoring captivation
Purple summer foxglove
As you are then always will be
So will I be nothing less
With unyielding purity
From this devotee's oneness.
Pasquale DiMeola
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/she-207/
