My read of her reading

Mourning white lilies
Enchanted by the light and how it dressed
Its Windows floors 
and garden walls.
Her pretty reading eyes 
In thoughts of a chapter outside.
And out for the breeze
Her skin shows chills by teased.
She sat and i watched her sit.
An exact post of art
Identical with beauty and heart.

For she was lilies day dream 
A fantasy reading itself
Our dreams writing its own.
rewriting shine 
always to our lines.
Through the breeding 
of my write.
At least that's how 
i in canvas her,
From the first evrey earlies 
of morning.
All the way 
To i don't have a Day.

Hers of all snow"
and heaven pure, 
had engraved in white 
of floral bright"
wind dress.
chanting the warm of sun 
to any place. 

But the four corners of heart 
Were hers to own
She became magic with sun and air
A heart by loan she could not own
A keeps for long love live.
A story of her own.

She steps in 
like I knew best,
But at live i was old and 
to love i grew new.
straight through the walls 
Of my flesh then too a heart 
Wraped on her florals vest.
A memory i treasure 
to my long rest.
Our mornings.
Best.