M- Take My Hand
Two of us
Battered, beaten
Healed, healthy
Hand in hand
We follow our hearts
With anticipation
Trusting our instincts
Ignoring history
Discarding logic
Matters of the heart
Have no rules
Emotions have no limits
Intense heat
Red, pink
The colors of love
If it feels like love
If it tastes like love
It must be love
~Rick Berry
Copyright © Rick Berry | Year Posted 2013
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment