What sweet thoughts come with Spring’s gentle sway,
As weather stirs our festive mood and play,
And strong winds shake trees, leaves fall away,
Like late October’s colors on display.

As heaven sometimes shakes youth’s passion high,
And speaks desire as world waxes by,
Our love moves on, does my fairest maid,
Whose heart speaks the same words as mine conveyed.

God approves, as roses bloom with grace,
But creatures on earth may refuse to embrace.
I confess, as clouds weep and roses grow,
Of my love for you, with a heart aglow.

In soiled sin, I confess my love with ease,
With unworried hand and lips, like pilgrims on knees,
That touched a rough touch with gentle kiss,
And found love’s treasure, in moments of bliss.

:: 03.05.2023 ::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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