She Whispers Softly Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

She Whispers Softly



She whispers softly in my ear
My soul is a fire of dawn
Who could bring me this lovely creature?
Who could think of such a gift?

We sit with our morning coffee
Her sweet smile brings me shivers
Her eyes look so deep into mine
She whispers in my ear

I want the kitchen floor scrubbed
By the time I get back

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Joseph Narusiewicz

Joseph Narusiewicz

So St Paul, Minnesota
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