CAMELOT FANTASIES

DELICATE THE BREEZE

I call on the beauty, ov the breeze.
Blowing as it does, thru the trees.
Oh how I wish, that I could see.
All the whispers, that blows thru the trees.
Beautiful the petals, on which I breath.
Floating upon the breeze, delicate is the essence.
With luv in hearts, souls will seize.
My heart ascends, above the trees.
Waiting for yours, to fly away with me.