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

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