LOVE The sun loves the fire that cradles it The moon loves the sun that lights it Lovers love the moon that triggers desire ‘Tis love that enkindles the passionate fire
Posts
OUR SONG To my ears the wind carried A tune, a melancholy strain Heavily in me it settled As on land settles the rain A wandering, restless sound it seemed Like an unmoored ship at sea Convinced, it securely anchored as if It had been searching for me Images assembled before my eyes Nostalgic, I stood entranced Your face, the park, the fireflies Then this song to which we danced