My ambrosia…

My Ambrosia..

 
Those eyes, your moving feet.
You stole my heart and my soul.
And I asked you.
Baby, my love , my darling.
What do you need?
I would steal the moon and the stars to make you smile.
Pretty lady smiled and she whispered,
Johnnie, you are my ambrosia,
and I want you to whispered some poetry of love,
to make me feel like I am the only one.

 
Dancing Coyote