Faster, my heart beats for him.
Almost like singing a Sunday hymn.
Kisses like roses he spent on me.
The whisperer says,
It’s so good to be true!

Lost in the moment, cute and coy.
Fantasy flows but never wrong.
Never a choice years before.
The whisperer says,
It’s so good to be true!

Memories fade, his smile remains.
Time spares my heart to bear.
Catching a glimpse before it blinks.
The whisperer says,
It’s so good to be true!

Slightly shut, uneasy to jack.
Your hands on deck for back to rest.
In nature’s time, my heart amends.
The whisperer says,
It’s true indeed!

THE END