Bliss
We are walking toward a threshold of nature’s relief.
Always content when we enter, for faith is our eternal belief.
We fear not the danger of what lies ahead on this narrow road,
though at times our lives provide one heavy and overwhelming load.
We are walking toward nature’s fine threshold…where love is bestowed.
For we are two spirits, yet one soul is shared,
strolling over a bridge where love is always declared.
His hand in mine…where two lovers cannot be compared.
April 11, 2019
I chose picture #3
Eve Roper
Free Verse or Rhyme Poetry in its Beauty Poetry Contest
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2019
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