Finger Print Poem by Myrtle Thomas

Finger Print



Like the scent of evening flower
and the image of a mirage
softly the touch of an evening breeze
the songs of a myriad of angels

I relax in the comfort of your memory
in the warmth of your loving words
for your voice is filled with laughter
with familiarity, I love you

Learning love takes time and patience
and is a treasure created by God
but there are so many who try to practice
without feelings, it is to no avail
let them live in total ignorance and plunder
without remembrance of each lover spent

Souls need love that is solid and fertile
to grow and bloom
nurture like a gardener, tend with your heart
hold the bouquet of love for someone even deep inside your blood

For like the memory awakens like the scent of sweet flowers
it disappears like a vapor on the mirror
to leave a finger print on your life.

©MyrtleThomas