My heart will subtly mummer still,
When you breathe softly in in my ear,
I lose control and all self-will,
Evolves to passion so sincere.
The chalk upon our canvas seen,
Quick drawn from moments in mid stride,
Are snapshots of a love serene,
But, not the passion deep inside.
And, still, and still our love burns wild,
Near wildfires on the prairies blaze
The grass consumed; no earth defiled,
Springs forth new love in wondrous phase.
At first the green; then flower shows,
And, soon soft summer meadows sigh,
Just as our love that ever grows,
Always, forever, you and I.
Peter Lowell Paulson
June 25, 2012
Monday, June 25, 2012
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