Setterliebe

Heaven, I'm in heaven
and my heart beats so
that I can hardly speak
Snuggled up, gently enveloped
I softly dream of orange -
almond- tuberose bliss

Dark spicy sacred rose
has weathered many a rough storm
Parchment-like wise hand
gently touches your head...

Imperial-soaped beauty
powders a purple visage
with delicate gold dust
the sun bows down
whispers softly
Will I ever
shine like this?

When the Orient beckons
under the crescent moon
violet veil
silkily falls
the desert sighs loudly
under the starry sky...

Provence awakens
in the glitter of the sun
Queen Rose
in the delicate morning dew
Wind sways
lavender field
Life like
a king in France