The sky falls
in your rosy innocence
to fondle its peachy glow
on my lips' amazement
...
The white little nightie
as a kiss of daisy
made of the innocent lips
The lace
...
A blushing strawberry
A ripe cherry
An apple hidden in grass
An almond dried in the sunshine
...
If I was grass
the soft and illusive carpet of hope
Though, you wouldn't like to grow
as my blade
...
It laces the skin
to draw together
the yarns of tenderness
adding a glittering touch
...
The Scent Of Love
Found gently
a fragile bud of forget-me-not
trapped aromatically
into the heart's bottle
great collection.A joy to read your poems.A thing of beauty..........