David Lessard


Love Song. - Poem by David Lessard

Like beams of morning sunlight,
like freshness of the dew;
your fingers brushed my cheek,
and love awoke, and grew.
Like the gentle wind in evening,
like sprinkles of new rain;
your kiss captured my heart,
and I'll never be the same.
Like shadows in the forest,
like clouds that float on high;
your love crept into being,
just as quiet as a sigh.
Like a rainbow after storms,
like the scent of fragrant air;
you burst into my mundane life,
with your happiness to share.
Like the sunset over water,
like new blossoms in the Spring;
you are the gift of sweet surprise,
of what you daily bring!


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  • Silver Star - 3,266 Points Valerie Dohren (6/17/2014 2:45:00 PM)

    A lovely poem, beautifully written. Enjoyed reading very much. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, June 17, 2014



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