Mistral

[playfulpest]

He stands and waits it’s time now to try this thing, which to Him has just come
He breathes her scent and tastes her plea as before Him mistral kneels on bended knee
He reaches out and looks on down to beckons close this thing, which to Him does offer joy

Her sweetness and devotion here can grow as seeds of the snowdrops she has grown wild
Her voice a softest sound a note of ethereal music found her eye cast down upon the ground
Her dulcet tones, friends just found His zephyr holds her ground, leans towards this new found thing

She stands by and watching close to guard her place and know that she will enjoy this race
She is calm and she serene as she surveys this scene windstorm upon her face a smile does beam
She knows that all about are led by Him alone, it will be to His scheme indeed it is His regimen

Three winds for Him to guide and over whom He will preside, He stands up tall and strong
Three wishes do they offer, and for only Him they proffer three gifts on Him bequeath
Three kneel shoulder to shoulder together united and strong from whence they have a growing bond

[Donald Trump]

A beautiful, mysterious poem with some truly poetic turns of phrase:

Originally Posted by playfulpest

Her dulcet tones, friends just found His zephyr holds her ground, leans towards

It's a situation I also have fantasised about (tho obviously with the adored, lone figure as my partner) but we've never both trusted anybody else enough to go there.