by November 24, 2016 1 comment

Do I love you more
than dew in the
dawn sparkles?
Do webs irised
in the garden
twinkle less
than the smile I
catch in your

Yes and yes.
For our love
forever lives
in this breeze
so soon
in the heat of day
to still.

editors note:

Sweet morning’s muse. Love for thanks and thanks for love. – mh clay

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