Love Is... Poem by Hershe Moore

Love is...
That gentle breeze in the air
The essence of you stroking my hair
Similar to the texture of a rose
lets expose what we share
Within my smile is the light from your sun
My hips contain the rhythm from the drums you begun to play for my hearts desire
Im enticed wearing only your scent as my attire
Dawns light confirms our consumation
The night awaits our reservation,
Admirers applaud us with a standing ovation for our love
My love is grounded in truth,
It's ready and able
My love is you