Love

To me she is all that is perfect,
She is my beautiful flower that glows,
She is the high amongst the lows,
Her wondrous eyes gleaming like gold,
Sunflowers in summer's morning field,
Rays of hope in a kiss sealed,
So every time I see a flower full in bloom,
I think of her and want to see her soon,
She is my delicate petal, my stem of strength,
She is my leaf that falls, my one and all,
She is my Love.

Neil Chalcraft 4th Nov 2007




Poetry by Neil Chalcraft
Read 660 times
Written on 2007-11-08 at 16:19

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text