Sensitive
I see you lying in the grass
your sensitivity showing.
And, with each breath of gentle breeze
you blush, as your leaves are closing.
Your sensitivity showing
to all who share your carefree dreams.
When twilight sets your hair aglow,
you melt, in shadowy moon beams.
And, with each breath of gentle breeze
My love for you grows ever more.
As you secret yourself from me,
my tender feelings you ignore.
You blush, as your leaves are closing
tightly against the whispered wind,
as if you held beneath your green
secret thoughts of amorous sin.
10/17/15
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