With Love Poem by Zia Jaycee May Trent

With Love



The moonlight shown overhead,
Bursting with light,
untouchable with feeling,
Touchable with love.

A dove flew overhead,
Spreading a note,
Not with writing,
But with love

Leaves fall overhead,
Meaningless to us,
But to God,
It shows love.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
James B. Earley 27 February 2008

Ah this thing called love! Beautifully expressed. Thanks.

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