I love to see the flowers bloom
as I walk cross the yard
and touch a blade of grass
making breathing mighty hard.
I love to watch the birds
visiting their friendly rose
and spread their pollens
to where anyone knows.
I like to see the branches
sway in the noon time breeze.
And catch a lightning bug
before it lands on the leaves.
Morning time brings delight
with its dampness from the dew.
A sweet reminder of love
as I fall in thoughts of you.
My print lingers cross in the yard
wherever I chance to step
and leaves such pleasant reminders
in each spot where I have wept.
I step outside to rekindle
in powerful rays of the sun
like the love we set a fire
way back when we first begun.
Del Cano 2007 May
1 comment:
Hi Spencer !!!!!!!
Being that I am a "hopeless as can be" romantic I think this is beautiful. I like this poem very much indeed. I especially like how you wrote
Morning time brings delight
with its dampness from the dew.
A sweet reminder of love
as I fall in thoughts of you.
I wish for a love like this Spencer. Thanks for sharing this. I think that this is a love letter and a poem.
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