I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start.
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter's choice
Is love's bed always snow
She seemed to hear my silent voice
Not love appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling place
And can return no more.
By Rick Doran
Drifting ... gently,
within the winds of time.
Having known her loves sweet caresses,
they are forever mine.
Her hands,
her lips,
did love inspire,
her every grace my heart did fire.
As her eyes begin to sparkle,
my emotions start to glow,
as if to suddenly realize,
a self I didn’t know.
There’s many kinds of love,
this we both agree,
But just the vibrancy of her heart, .....
Adds new mystery
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