My Smile
Tells the story.
The complimentary colours
that fit neat as a glove
and so many others
the nuances of love.
A flow we know is fashioned,
in symbiotic ways
we sow a seed of passion
a fire that is ablaze.
Intrigued by the osmosis
through my veins, you creep
my mind I find in focus
even in my sleep.
So, my love I see you
and feel that you are near
through the gate painted blue
your eyes are very clear.
Out across the ocean
the Mediterranean air
in the breeze a notion
sweet jasmine everywhere.
The daffodils and jonquils
reflect the brisk sunrise
past the last winter chills
to springtime’s of surprise.
The symbiotic sharing
the loose-tied taffeta
the loving and the caring
a song sung from afar.
My smile tells the story
my senses pique and swell
love in all its glory
for you, my love, I fell.
©
David Rudder
2024
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