You are my joy
my cherished love and desire
tenderly unlocking my reverie to
read my thoughts and to pen the page
of poignant memories
soul thoughts
awaiting
the golden day...
bentfeather
09.06.04
An ornament in a bowered garden
hung in a clustered clump
an old dried rose
wrapped in antique lace
your image burned into my brow
my heart an open book
your name etched upon each page
old and tattered with their age
golden is their worth
for me there never be another
my browned eyed precious lover.
bentfeather