Poetic Interlude XLII

A special guest post by my deceased father, with whom I’m collaborating.

The sight of an eagle soaring high
Or a wolf howling, wild and free
The sound of a robin chirping,
Welcoming the morning light,
The taste of a strawberry dipped in cream.
Or the scent of jasmine on a summer breeze
None of these compare to the warmth
Of your body next to mine,
and the feeling
Of your breath against my cheek,
Whispering I Love You, in the morning
©2014 by Tyler J. Yoder. All rights reserved

About Ty DeLyte

Madame DeLyte has suffered a grave disappointment - YET AGAIN - and still believes that freedom, beauty, and truth are what's valuable, rather than vulgar cash. He'd add love to that list - but, well, what can he say about love?
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