'You' - Poem by Lilibeth Truno
In the bush of mind and lull of gentle breeze whispers into my ear
thy name lingers a lullaby that puts me into slumber in the heavens.
I may Michael Angelo though not, to paint thee my love,
A portrit of your charm, but in my heart lovers sculpted your smile
your shape, your kiss and the being that is you.
As I lay down the verdant fix my eyes upon the block vast of diamond velvet
skies of the night my mind wanders to every glitter before me.
I can't hept but wonder, how such beautiful creation of God.
To whom I've been charmed came my path and beheld my heart.
I may have no weath but richness in heart.
I may have no robe to warm but my loving arms
I may have no palace nor mansion but a heart for us two
I may have nothing to dowry but I have everything in this word
but I have you.........
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