Savour The Moment

Ahh the blossoms wake in the morning light,
the faint aroma of roses grace the air.
You are a blessing to my eyes,
I touch you gently with my fingertips.
Your skin glows with the slight moisture
from the evening's rest. I place my hand
gently on your breast, beautiful, soft and oh
so sensual.

How deserving am I to be blessed with a beauty
such as you. Your body lie quietly sleeping and I'm
in awe of every move you make, every breath you
take.

For the rest of my life, I will savour every moment,
every hour, every sweet embrace, I will treasure
the smile upon your face. You light up my life
I'm so glad you gave me your hand and became my
wife.

Sunday, November 8, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: life,love
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Kelly Kurt 08 November 2015

Moments add up until they are all gone. Few consciously take the time to be in and savor the moment. It is a transcendent thing.

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Sanjukta Nag 08 November 2015

And I savoured the poem... pure emotions of a lover's heart is dripping from the poem. Lovely.

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