You inspire
with slow movement of lips
a butterfly flight I see in your eyes;
in the way you look at me
a butterfly flight I see in your eyes;
in the way you look at me
to see far more than I imagine...Inspire
with fires in your urgent whispers
with loving that thrills my skin
with fires in your urgent whispers
with loving that thrills my skin
Yes, You in ways
I can sometimes only feel in a place within
inspire...like the fold of Heavens in a setting sun
or the roll of stars to the glow of the Moon
Feel You,
inspire...like the fold of Heavens in a setting sun
or the roll of stars to the glow of the Moon
Feel You,
flowing into my thoughts...like breathing
2 comments:
this poem has such a moving romantic touch:
'the fold of Heavens in a setting sun
or the roll of stars to the glow of the Moon'
Love it, beautiful!
It surprises me still how a poem can capture a feeling send it out into the world like ripples from a pebble tossed into a pond...thank you!...H
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