She Moves Me

The balmy breeze envelops me just like 

The silky sanctuary of her touch. 

Such arms electrified me quite unlike 

The others, dry and sundry, not so much.  

Her elegant refrains a calming hand 

Those oft repeated words that say "I love 

Thee like no other, for you understand." 

With warmth as well to dry tears of a dove.  

We dance together, twirling arm and arm. 

Pulsating, rhythmic cascades of delight. 

Such melodies of joy, that bring no harm 

In harmony that fills my soul with light.  

You think, of Cupid, these things I do speak? 

Not quite, Apollo's charms are what I seek.  

Frank Garnick