Poem: The Love
Morning beautiful to my lips,
I call your loving into the tips.
Of Fingers folded hands on knees.
Eyes wide shut you are at ease.
The blossoming bud of a rose in bloom.
The perfume, my thought,
permeate this room.
With morning joy fresh
Love on high.
Twinkled glance in a blue clear eye.
We meet, we see, we know it’s real.
It’s simply this,
It’s what we feel.
Liam Feb 2017