My Love, Dave
Your skin glows like the orange blossoms, she as the gardenia in the purest hope of spring.
My yearning heart rises to your bass voice and leaps like a rabbit at the whisper of your
The evening ascends in on a great cockatiel wing.
I am calmed by your face that I carry into the twilight of his beams and hold next to my
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of waters, as my breasts falls from my blouse
it reminds me of your smile.
In the hushed, I listen for the last rustling leaves of the spring.
My heated heart leaps to my pretty dress.
I wait in the crystal moonlight for your secret love so that we may rescued as one, heart to
heart, in search of the glorious blue sea and spiritual Jesus Love!
Author's Note: I am pleased to penned this poem to dedicate to my dear friend, Dave!