In Simple Wonderment She Came To Me

In Simple Wonderment She Came To Me In simple wonderment she came to me, heart in hand and spirit so low, Precious fruit graced her beautiful tree and my mind paid that heavy tow. Summer warmed with its shining gleams wind cooled that beauty in repose. Then she came to me in my fevered dreams Softness in her eyes and dainty nose, Newly discovered things we both sought eagerness in touches betraying our love. Night coming our time was dearly bought we gazed at our star shining bright above; In simple wonderment she came to me, an open wish softly whispered in my ear, Nothing was ever, as pretty as was she afterwards absolutely nothing ever as dear! Robert J. Lindley, 12-11-2015 Note: Muse said, just shut up and write. With tight lips, my hand moved about and this came out.... My muse returneth and she is as bad as ever !