Tender Moments
All of the tender moments we shared,
When you held my hand and told me you cared;
Bring to each day a new fascination,
With lips to kiss, a heart filled with elation.
Come lie with me in fields of sweet clover,
Where honey bees fly and the scent hovers over;
Where all we feel is always new,
And minutes are plenty but the hours are few.
Let me hold you close and look in your eyes,
And speak all the words my heart denies;
For when I hold you near I can feel my heart,
Beating each moment till we have to part.
And as we walk our ways into a setting sun,
The parting of ways will merge as one.
Copyright © Elizabeth Wesley | Year Posted 2011
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