My Princess

A rose? A bird? an Angel ? I wonder Which would describe best my princess.

Sweet roseate little flower.
The evergreen bush princess.
Dancing on a gentle breeze air.
Your scent in my breast nestles.
To the recesses of my heart , it travels
Dripping honeyed nectar, my blood it ripples.

Dazzling, joyous little wren.
Soaring uncloudy blue skies.
Deeper inside my soul;
tamping down lovely fugues.
Turning every breath I take
a lovesong of yours.

Winsome, celestial little angel.
Heavenly wings endlessly beating.
Every void around roaming.
Bigger bit of my heart daily gaining.
Your image in my eyes swelling
Your image, my sole known dreaming