He's Great

      

Edited version 

  By Connie Jame

He's Great

Standing before me I imagine, he 
In the eyes Of my mind 

Ahh! Imaginings;
      Echoing through me my mind, a time 
When he stood, gazing at me
Much laughter in his eyes.

I love nudging up to him spontaneously.
Kissing his eyes!
      It's there to see my impetuosity. 
Jut reactions from me! 

He drives me spare, psychologically;  
Disrobing me! 
Cannot bear he gazing at me thus.

Scaling I'll be that mountain high.
Just to see to be with, he! 
Ahh! His eyes like those flax blue fields 
       In the distance;
I see a colourful sea of blue, twinkling. 

Mischievously bewitching me.
        His greatness I see it's inherently within, He.
Carrying within me this obsession;
That Galic air about, He   
        His proud stance, the way he walks
Like a Peacock in the distance.

         The redness of his hair;    
There is something about He 
What flummoxes me; 
Looking at me right in the eyes! 
       Unflinchingly; 
The attraction, connecting me.

        He's always great when you enquire of He.
Looking into his eyes, mmm Kissing his lips!
       Surprised I'll be at the reaction of He...

Missing a beat my heart.   
That perpetual look in his eyes
         Leaving me wondering;

Inexorably there's a fire burning my blood.
Always great He seems to be;
Mischieviousness, looking into his eyes  
You can see how great he can be!

           But the greatness of he no one can see but me!

A great mover He'll be dancing cheek to cheek. 
           I can feel the greatness of He;
O' dear Lord! 
I could kiss the very core of He.

         Taking me beyond reality, thus feeling...
Disperse must not from me!
Holding closer that twang of his.
Softly whispering, shall we?  

         Feeling desire, my blood's on fire!
My heart beating, like a drum excessively.  
Boom, boom! By the greatness of He;

He knows how to play me, unhurriedly. 
Like a harp plucking at the strings of my heart
         Inexorably;
Wrapping my arms around him 
Bewitched, always living me.  

       His eyes the colour of my skies 
And the cornflower fields across the way... 
Swaying in the breeze, an ocean of blue;  
           knowing smiling, mesmerising beguilingly...