Belle

My belle, she dances on silver wings,
Through her golden hair the wind does sing.
Her eyes they stare at the world in wonder,
The gaze reaching out to the horizon and yonder.

My belle, the grace you wield it's like a dancer
A touch from you would sooth a deadly panther.
Your dress moving like purest flowing water,
How my broken heart does yearn for her.

My belle, your lips are like the pinkest rose
And you have the most cutest button nose.
I wish to hold you until I never breathe again
Oh my love, my Goddess, my belle Cheyenne