Collage of love on the wall
greeting me on a sunny morning.
Thoughts of love, nature too
makes the heart race as I remember you.
Butterfly oh so large and bright,
remember the one in our meadow?
How many daises did you pluck,
loves me, loves me not . . .
The warmth of the islands,
our love so real.
You posing and teasing me,
love exposed and expanded.
You I see in the collage
back then when we were young,
when we were the only one to each other
when our love was paramount.
© By Tom (tomWYO@aol.com)
