Her Whisper

There was a soft breeze,
while standing in the presence of her grace.
Butterflies flew from her mouth.
Each one kissed me as they flew by.
Taking me with her words of brimstones and fire.
And from my ears,
this heart became a beating drum.
It absorbed her every word.
My soul is a burning torch,
that she lite while in her high palace place.
I wanted to hear more about her wildfire,
about her gentle love that showed no fear.
While time and space didn't exist,
her whisper had begun to fade.
Leaving into a dreamy drawl.
And I became revivified.
My dream had become a wanted desire.