Baby's Breath

Within a still night gardened room,
where shadows dance with moon's delight;
Amid Juno's spades and earthen ware,
and Baby's Breath in slumber lie.

A bed of floral colors hue,
on skin with clusters pink and white;
And limbs like vines encircled snare,
with rich, firm shoots reflecting light.

'Neath soft bedding of humous soil,
stretch forth her roots in surface nigh;
and 'ore the bed of beauty still,
a Baby's Breath then softly sighs.

Anxiously waiting for the morn,
in womens' slumber, soft and sweet;
With damsel's eyes, horizon fixed,
she dreams of love with dreams to keep.