A Taste of Homemade
Thoughts of you are like a field of golden butterflies
Or mirth dancing in your eyes_visions caught by surprise
A taste of jelly homemade from homegrown blackberries
An emerald forest glade under muted cobalt skies
Holding you on cool spring nights looking into those brown eyes
Wonder of love that last and amalgamates
Like the sprinkling of seeds from blooms that amass
Our love finds reasons and ideas that accommodates
Remembering times when upon that green grass
Like looking through church windows of fine stain glass
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2011
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