Lovers
In his eyes
Were blue skies
Love to last
From the past
With desire
Light the fire
Burning hot
Dampen not
Gentle thoughts
Bound in knots
Silent hopes
Always copes
With the muse
That we choose
To inspire
I admire
Gentle peace
Does increase
With his love
From above
Bringing thirst
Not the worst
For a breath
Before death
Waking bliss
With a kiss
I love him
Like a hymn
Singing sweet
On the street
Rousing song
Nothing wrong
Bringing faith
Glory saith
Where he is
Worship tis
Feeling soft
Loving oft
Give my heart
At the start
Threes, Please Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Beth Evans
September 17, 2020
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