Love's Harvest Poem by Tsani Jones

A new year approaches,
A day of judgment
The ripening of the harvest
Is upon us.

So close your eyes,
Breathe deep,
Make your fondest wish
And kiss me.

For the treasures
Of one thousand earthly princes
Cannot equal one moment
Within your arms.

Let them fade-
Let them wither and die,
Blow without event
To the four corners of the earth.

Claim what is yours
Inscribe our names together.
The soul is in the blood,
So bind us at the source.

I know my own wealth...
Riches beyond imagination of any king-
A single ounce of gold
Worn on her right hand.