Posted by Kay Salady
Our love remains as fresh as the early morning dew
That kisses every flower bursting forth anew
From buds amid the stems and leaves along each branch
That forms a gentle cluster of fragrance-filled romance
Posted on September 6, 2011, in poetry and tagged dew, flower, fragrance, fresh, kisses, romance. Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.
love needs faith, well penned.
What a lovely poem!
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