Fingerprints On Her Soul
Endless search for a dream annihilated long ago,
In a vast universe of realities and substitutions,
The paradox of truth prime suspect of debate.
Tears of joy in the lottery of chance
As destiny prepared their bed of romance.
Yet the orange blossom seduction could not foretell
The blush of fire as his eyes feasted her beauty,
Leaving fingerprints of worship on her soul,
And a love more tangible than she'd ever known,
As they danced by the light of their passion
And the music of their hearts sang, "Only You."
~ Julie Allen ~