like a wave

i think you fair
a slender wave
a pretty deer
in sacred enclave

no hunters dare
pass your aura
or scry at the darkness
a vivid explorer
thats what your hair
can say

im tired and often
crying
looking in your light
is often blinding
the more i look
the more you grow

the more your passion
does fuel her
the more her fire
does burn the snow

the more she lives her love
the more im finding
im far below her
the more the bells of war ringing
the more time spying
from the bushes
on her verandah
the more im sure
shes finding love
and not misery
the feeling in her eyes
of blue only comes to show
the more she smiles
the more waves do grow