Love's Vine - Poem by Patricia Kelley
Here, I lay out my table before your eyes.
It is a feast for all eyes'.
The black-eyed Susan spreads revealing, the center of her eye.
Suddenly, I feel so, unwise.
Your living vine, slowly circles around me, engulfing me.
No, I'm not on my knees.
You change me instantly, taking over in my sleep.
Sweeping your fiery hand over me, not touching me,
I feel suddenly changed.
In God's perfect timing, prearranged,
Life has new meaning.
Love has arrived.
The silent songbird sings.
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