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Frosted Windows

 
Eyes reflect a fireplace glowing, 
Moonlight has its luring say. 
Wrest the cork, the wine is flowing, 
Laughter eases care away. 

Glasses clink through frosted windows. 
Reminisce when first they meet. 
Face to face on propping elbows, 
Whispers pillows ever keep. 

Passion molds a cryptic sculpture 
Shaped without a reason why. 
Love creates a mystic culture, 
Words attempt but can't define.

 
Gene Bourne 
03-12-14

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 7/27/2017 12:48:00 AM
An awesome poem!
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Date: 3/16/2014 12:34:00 PM
Well disaplined write.., with a twist of life's simple moments, "nothing taken for granted!"~~Thank you for sharring, Gene
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Gene Bourne
Date: 3/16/2014 11:46:00 PM
Thanks Larry.....for reading and commenting. Your message is appreciated.......... YF Gene Bourne