Like meadow grass caressed by the misty morning dew, Love, I yearn to awake finding my arms still enfolding you. Like golden sunlight bathing swaying spring flowers in warmth, My heart longs to gently touch your love's entreating hearth. Like radiant moon beams in, the still autumn harvest air, My fingers wish to flow through the tresses of your soft hair. Like waterfalls cascading, down in a mountain forest, My lips desire to touch yours, ever softly without rest. So hard it is to capture, the moment when we first met, Love, words can paint such landscapes of true wonderment and yet, Though extraordinary, they are most heartfelt and true, There still are no images that can serve justice to you.
Reason for writing:
Brought from my heart, to my mind, by the sweet muse, Jean
Louise of Sidney, British Columbia... As always, inspiring
such wonderful images, yet none compare with the sweetness
of a single smile that radiants from her lovely countenance.
Birth sign: Not entered
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