Love is a warm spring day, a moonlit
night, green meadows, daffodils
swaying in the breeze, closeness,
understanding, needing, not caring
what other people say, a red rose,
belonging, longing, frustration,
pain...
~pth
This poem appears in the book "Sweet Whispers of Love."
Nice. Thoughtful. A good late night musing peggy. Thsnks.
ReplyDeleteSweet. I love the rose.
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