What love is without hope?
and nature nurtures
these two! be it winged
or those that walk upon
two; love is by nature
a thing unmatched!
and i died the small death
watching you; walk
toward my heart. I dreamed
the long dream sleeping
until awoken by a touching
softly fluttering butterfly
like your eyes searching my soul.
and then! what space between
lovers like you! and myself
closed upon the seeking lips
confirmed. Love is here,
where we reside, a house of hope
built upon two hearts as one.
:: 02-22-2015 ::