The Morning Whisper

With sweet incline her ear is on dawn's arrival even if night reigns by day, she has no rival only the morning contains her birthing vine Her ear is on dawn's arrival with sweet incline' Dolce Amor upon the curve of her pillow rest is the indent of the dreams that loved her best only the dawn holds the whispers of her core The curve of her pillow rest upon Dolce Amor She is the scented violet of his early fantasies more deep then the indigo of deep blue seas a muslin touch of running silk with eyelets Of his early fantasies she is the scented violets' Dolce Amor a rose and a bouquet of baby breath he knows that she will love him even until death she is pepper on his heart and scented tuberose A bouquet of baby breath and Dolce Amor his rose June 25, 2020