Ingrid (1)

Over the hedges, there hides a beauty,
Forbidden in grace, yet I desire,
Never have I seen a figure as lovely,
Lighting the perks of my soul on fire,
Your aroma, wild as bosom rose,
Seducing me with distant fantasies,
These words, I need not to sugarcoat,
I am your colt, and you, are my filly,
Blonde hair, pretty green eyes, my darling,
Yet unknowing of your own grace,
Can't you hear the distant angels singing?
They are yearning to be endorsed by your gaze,
Ingrid, you need to fear not people's judgement,
And let my sweetening words sound redundant.

- Dan Rastley / Stu. T.H. (December 29, 2023)

Author's Note

"Ingrid" is but a nickname for that girl.