Bluebells And Cocktails Poem by Sharron Stephenson

check the time with the beat of the heart,
change the sound of chance,
remove the doubt the hint,
and cushion the love with the winds of fall,

guide the lonely and forgotten to the,
garden of sweet scent of tulips and,
bluebells,

the devastation of wars and borken dreams,
wings which do not fly,
are birds without speach,

sweet and sour,
sour and strong,
are the human bodies of friendship and love,

the cocktails the music played the,
gathering of all and one to witness,
the magical sighht of two hearts that,
come together under the moon of love,
and always be as as one