Proof Of Love Poem by barbara williams

Proof Of Love

Rating: 4.5


often not that you should pass me
except- that day
in a field of dancing poppies
you peeked, standing still near the brambles
amused by my lingering adolescence
belied by my creases
which somehow, stirred you more
i sang out
twirling my skirt, skipping and tumbling
free
and falling
into the depths of your unquestioned charm

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