I Met Her On a Tuesday
Hints of lilac filtered through the garden
a pretty butterfly just sat at rest
me lost in amazement
soft rays of sunshine clinging to my chest
The stone bench held my attention
as love notes floated through the air
my heart was in a flutter
sensing she was near
Her eyes were sweet as honey
her skin had that special glow
her lips so moist they begged for me
to memorize the passion that they showed
I met her on a Tuesday
that's when the world for me would shift
the stars shot past the heavens
as our souls would forever drift
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2016
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