Love is a ripple upon the lake,
And the swaying flowers,
That lie in its wake.
A Mother, s touch, a baby, s sigh.
...
Its rainy profusely out,
As sweet memories of you flourish,
As it pound above me, on the roof top and hit
Against the windowpane,
...
I, ve dreamt in my life, dreams
That have stayed with me
And changed my ideas:
They have gone through and through me, Like wine through water,
...
The sun turns a key in a lock each day
As soon as it crawls out of bed.
Light swings open a door
...
The foundation for greatness,
Is always built upon this foundation:
The Ability
To appear, Speak and Act
...
The moon came to me last night,
With a sweet question.
She said,
The sun has been my faithful lover,
...
He came past to tell me,
His place of Business is moving
2,000 miles away, he sadly said.
I replied, right now you
...
Curfews
Noise,
Is a cruel ruler
Who is always imposing
Curfews,
While
Stillness and quiet
Break open the vintage
Bottles,
Awake the real
Band.
Jean writes so easily and with beautiful wordings. She is the great thinker or love and love combinations. If you read her poems, she is the best.