Painting by Sir Edward Poynter

So youthful, so lithe

how can you not catch

my eye.  To be with

you isn’t asking much.

Your humor is silly,

meshes with my own.

Your mind is wily,

together we are one.

Come away my love,

stay with me, I insist.

I will be your dove

that you press to your breast.

My warmth will be yours,

my life no longer my own.

No longer shall words

be needed, we will be one.


If you enjoy these poems perhaps you might like to read POEMS: AN EXPLORATION OF LIFE.  My first book now available on Amazon in paperback and Kindle worldwide.

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