When - Poem by Candice Witherington
In the early morning as the moonlight glistens on soft, sweet dew that covers tender blades of grass; my arms are longing to hold you.
When the twinkle of the stars gives way to the glory and warmth of the sun as it slowly climbs over the mountain tops; my lips long to kiss you.
As low abstract shaped clouds that cover the sky finally relinquish their hold to Blue skies with brightly colored birds floating on gentle breezes, singing their song of happy abandon; my body aches to have you near.
When the white hot heat of the formidable sun burns at its brightest and the people of the world are moving franticly about like bees gathering pollen; my breast crave your tender lips.
When the moon begins to push the sun from the sky to make way for the multi-colored sunset and faint twinkle of the nights first star; my slightly parted lips whisper your name.
When the darkness of night blankets the earth, moon beams and starlight play with shadows and the roar of Mother Nature silences; my soul cries out for you.
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