Getting Better. Poem by Miki Byrne

Getting Better.



Getting Better.


A soft sweet kiss.
Gentle fingers brush against my cheek.
Eyes deep as darkness itself
Lift in expression softly meek.

Our love persists, endures,
Puts roots deeper down.
We don't resist but enjoy
Our journey into the sweet unknown.

Sunday, January 24, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: love and friendship
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