Tuesday 19 March 2013

Reading: You, are.


A florist's harp
With love awoken
When you hand held mine.

A beat that skipped
Held firm by score untripped
When your heart held mine.

Your gentle grace
A melody's fair
Embrace
Soft words
Your laugh
Like light
The only compare.

With only your hand
My being at your call.
You teach me to love
To care for
Cherish evermore.

My rhythm
My rest
Reason to be complete.
You, are.


2013 - By Crepe Bouquet
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