Saturday, November 11, 2006
My Love
Spring comes forth like my young Love.
Eager, demure, beneath her youthful gaze hides unbounded joy.
As she moves, it seems all the wonder of Creation walk with her.
YMC
The stanza of this poem were bouncing around in my head for a long time. Its suppose to be a poem about a woman whose sheer happy presence causes you to burst with joy and enthusiasm.
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