Night time brings on whispers
soft as a southern raindrop
Dripping words of passion
each night brings a new crop.
Like a star shooting
across the soft night sky
Each word has as an aim
to please the watching eye.
Some words send kisses
to smooch awaiting lips
Sweet as honey dew melon
they carry lover's scripts.
Over miles and mountains
deserts and river's bend
Each with a special message
from lover to lover we send.
Not one shall be a waste
let their meaning arise
and spark another conversation
to be seen by my lovers eyes.
Del Cano 2006 July
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Hi Spencer,
This poem is beautiful and I love it......I appreciate your poems and your journal more than you know. I really think this one is my very favorite. I wanted you to write a poem about the rain and its like you read my mind......How did you do that ????? Thanks for the beautiful words. Keep writing !!!!!!!!!!
This is such wonderful writting. I can feel each verse. The whispers of night time.
Smooch of awaiting lips. The miles. mountains,deserts and river, I can see them all. And my lovers eyes. Such beautiful words.
MoodyMyke
very sweet
hugggga bugga
natalie
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