Scent of Amida DM

Sword cutting deep the senses;
crossing every nerve following the
ethers of consciousness,
now bear the triumphs and victories
to every man’s wildest fantasies. . . and ecstasy;

one by one, kneeling down, bowing heads,
falling in love the smartness and wit in you possessed.

Admiration no words expressed the spell;
mark of elegance, pride and gentleness they smell. . .
inside the heart they stay magic deserved of a girl,
descend from nowhere the power in you forever
allowing myth to be real once or never

Doctor of charm, the songbird of dreams

Maiden of beauty, the finest of things.

HAPPY 24TH BIRTHDAY!

by iam