i’m a purveyor of passion
a hopeless romantic
according to the masses
those who know me best
so if i surround myself
with the finer things
such as butterfly wings
angels that sing
and sparkling diamond rings
or mason jars filled
with a thousand fireflies
a world that never cries
walks on the beaches
hand in hand
and the pure white sands
slipping through fingers
love that lingers
it shouldn’t surprise you…should it