Garden of Love
Under glowing heaven
and the sound of birds flutter and quarrel.
A path to a bush of roses and blue forget-me-not
to a circlet etch bench, couple sit.
Her sweet beauty bewitching,
he lifts his left hand and cup her face.
She tilts her face into his hands
her gaze curious and seeking.
Unable to help himself,
he bent and placed his lips over hers.
She wraps her arms around him
and sank into the kiss.
9/12/2017
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