Love's Course
In the meadow
I am alive
hair tasseled
From my lover
The summer rain
begins to fall
Washing away secret kisses
Planted heavily on my rose lips
My tortured soul
Awaits our next adventure
Till then your name
Weighs heavy on my heart
Hurting for my soul-mate
To come and find me
In the meadow
Where the weeping willow hides
Our nakedness and tickles our necks
As we are free
From all the onlookers
Who scorn at our flirtation
Copyright © Karen Croft | Year Posted 2017
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