Nancy Winter Miranda Poems

Waiting...
to be

Upon arrival,
...

Come to terms,
get a grip.

Can the heart
...

This thing called love,
a bit far from sane.
Not that we don't get enough,
in fact we live on refrain.
...

With no thought of any doubts,
only faithful certainty...
one ventures forward.
...

Had we not met...
The world would not make sense
Had we not met...
Our Love would go unfelt
...

My love,
My life for you,
like the stars are for the sky,
like the sun is for the day,
...

Your love
is to me...
the language of my soul ~
...

Reflections of an angular sorts,
keeps one's eyes open
to a multitude of distorts
and a world of design.
...

Motion of colors filter and stream into life...
pinks and greens
blues and whites
shades of all hues blur into each other
...

So in love with you...
so in the knowing of love...
...