Dolled up

Getting all dolled up for me,
Wearing what all shes fancy,
Becoming beauty of the untouched,
Spreading the scent of love;
Wearing the necklace of pearls dropping down the chain,
As if life doesnt want to give up on the rain,
The dewy pleasure of the puff of air,
The kisses of love and desireness;
Oh thee! M so willing to close this,
Where my heart so wants to hold this,
So close to itself, so real to the world,
To feel the pleasure of dreaminess;
But here i call up the end ,
To this beautiful desire of embalishment,
disguising the reflection of perfection,
By cloaking the mirror with a smooth blow of regrets.