Come to Me…

Come to me…
Tempted the flower
Come to me, my lover

I see the world
Only through your eyes
For they, my love, tell me no lies

I see yonder rainbow
Mirrored in your wings
When I see you, my heart sings

I admire your grace
How beautiful you fly
Beneath the blue sky

Come to me…
I shall give you drops so sweet
Come to me, rest your feet

Come to me, fair butterfly
Tempted the flower
Come to me, my lover

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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