Elder are some flowers

Elder are some flowers
With a wise so white
And their bend so southern
With soft winks to their nears
With a pulled down kiss to their sistren

Garden-fresh are some blooms
Their visage so flushed
Petals crinkled with sudden laughter
Spotting days with fragrance
Cooping up to dot brightly
A family bouquet

Mother

My mother
Was born with the roses
I see her

In every nice thing
Every bit of sugar
Every raindrop falling-
I know no other

I know her
In every wide smile
Every wise word
Every heart's skip

Love
I know you through my mother
Mother
I loved you like none other

Falling

Today I felt
           falling hard in love
Lithe
Onto a bunk of rose and spears
My body untouched until

Grace, I am you.

Needed

Just as the leaf peaks
Each morning
To receive dew drops
On her skin

I being needed by
you
Whom I carry in my heart
In a corner so soft-
I’ve built a carousel
Where you play
All your lovely merry
Pulling my heartstrings
joyfully painful
Little drops of stinging and sweet blood
Yet perfectly in tune
May the symphony begin
Singing the glory of your visage
The glory of your unkempt,
And the very glory of your untamed.

Sensitivity of my Love

Loving you with an inclination
That’s made my nature
Burst into mild flames
Of sentiment and fullness
O how I carry around this lightness of head
Eyes glittering pink ash
I laid you shy invitations with my glances
You stepped into my summertide days
Holding my rawboned hands you made flutter.

Love and other notes

Joy shared in the steps of old town walks
I lost my ability to talk further in  your beau red car
your présence
The stillness and the silver of my silence
Write the notes of our love
This day
the sultry air of mid world summer
I ll stay muted
For the beating of hearts
Convey far sweeter and profound
Than words could ever put
The meaning of love.

Colors of Love

I observed today
The colour of my love
Glittering in the shade of mild gold
To be reflected along a mirror lake
The stillness fluffing into warmth, pink and magenta

The touch of joy

In a sunlit and silent Sunday’s room
Words are bursting through my eyes
In a hurry to reach
Splattering you with the lightness
Of color drops

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Love poems - 4

The darts from your hazel eyes
Shoot me down to
Diamond dust

I raise the heap up your lovely build
whisper my dust along your ears
Searching to cool the golden rust on your face
Settling to outlast time