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
eye?
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
Comments 1
Willie Smith rings that invisible, ineffable bell and having rung, moves on to ring it again. Impeccable ringing.