My Love's
My love’s a dusky grape hid on the vine.
I find his sweet bouquet in desire’s wine.
My love’s an envied rose plucked tenderly.
I cling to him, for I’m his honeybee.
My love’s a road that winds behind green hills.
I’m led to new delights. . .his secret rills.
My love’s a letter penned with passion’s gust.
I read his eyes and see the soul I trust.
For Rick Parise's
5 ~ 8 Line Poetry / Any Theme Poetry Contest
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