Your skin glows like the strawberry,
blossoms adorable as the may lily in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your flute voice and leaps like a squirrel at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great sparrow wing.
I am comforted by your smile that I carry into the twilight of sunbeams
and hold next to my eyes.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears.
As my eyes fall from my , it reminds me of you .
In the quiet, I listen for the last of the day.
My heart leaps to my joy.
I wait in the moonlight for you so that we may as one,go
in search of the magnificence and mystical ways of love.
April 6, 2009
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