Ode To A Fallen Soul
As the days are becoming longer,
I long for yr touch against my brow.
As I feel a river beginning to flow,
You catch my tears in yr palm.
You would bar that flood
With yr enchanting lips upon my eyelids.
You can bond my heart together,
So, It will never break.
I know that spring has come,
But I am still longing for yr hand
Sunday, April 4, 2021
Topic(s) of this poem: longing,spring