Sweet Little Lady

sweet little lady
I’ve watched from afar
admiring the beautiful
dreamer you are
with hopes in your pockets
and wings on your feet
you search for the pieces
to make you complete

eyes that are wary
from pain in the past
the walls have gone up
but I’m sure they won’t last
cause pebble by pebble
I’ll help you to see
that risking it all
is the way to break free

soft and alluring
with no sense at all
of how I’ve been captured
or how hard I fall
competing with life
with your heart as the prize
content with the warmth
that I find in your eyes

sweet little lady
I may never know
the taste of your lips
or your moans, soft and low
but still I feel lucky
for moments in time
I reached for the roses
and dreamt you were mine..