Dearest Ruth
You are my Breath
You are my Heart
You are my Life
You are my Third
Dimension - when we talk.
When we talk,
You are my Love
When we talk, I see
The gold grass field
And light o’ the sun
And my red love for you.
Kiss me, kiss me,
Kiss me now.
This is an expression of love so poignant that it brings tears to my eyes, Fred. I love your unexpected use of colour - the red of your love is such a sudden flare of passion, the gold so rich.
Just LOVE the honest Passion in this Fred! Well Done! Roger Cornish.
I like the connections here implied to all that is, the sense of your interconnectedness and that of your Ruth to the natural world. Lovely poem, Fred.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a beautiful poem and how lucky Ruth is to have this!