With sunshine in her eyes
Set softly
Within the halo of her hair
The smell of wildflowers
On her skin
Like dew drops in the morning air
Like dew drops in the morning air
She is
The freshest
breath of spring
A song
That he could
forever sing
But would he
hear
The keening
undertones
See the
midnight
Sweeping
through her bones
Feel beneath
her sighs
Her aching
moans
Make friends
With her churning
anticyclones?
Could he be the
light
Her darkness
needs
The gentle
shower
That nurtures
her seeds
Will she find
in his arms
The tender
embrace
To chase the
shadows
Lurking on her
face!
MS
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