where the breath begins holding desire,

a shallow curb in born.

the soft perfume murmurs in my fragrance,

sharp looks blur my senses away...

a feel holds so much being within,

the world is mine for here to stay.

yellows are all a colour of blue,

the bright is bled,

not so much a hue,

the tenderness rhymes,

with the feel of a day,

ur world is mine for here to stay....