Birds Sing Love
Form: Epistle 4
Let the winds fall into a gentle breeze
So birds begin singing a lover’s song
And caressed by dew the flower buds tease
We walk the meadow path, my world at ease
My heart will follow and before too long
The first shy words of love will leave my lips
While yearning to belong in your embrace
And taste the delight in love’s first sweet kiss
The music of spring echoes with a bliss
While falling in love brings the heart’s eclipse
That brings me willingly to your abyss
My desire to fall at your fingertips
Falling in love and giving up the chase
For here, with you, I’ve found my sacred place
©JezzieG2023
so nice! 🙂
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Thank you, Carol Anne
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