As the froth of nectar
that waters the pond of dreams;
you sputter
In your embrace
I bloom
as Lilly blossoms!.
As snow's soft flakes,
you melt on my petal cheeks
touching me
not quite!.
Memories' butterfly kisses
turn into love letters
before my interlaced lashes --
--written amongst
changing cloud patterns
in our long forgotten
secret scripts
And i wishfully think
Is the rhythm
in honey dew drips
upon window sill;
simply the tunes
of my love for you!?Www@QuestionHome@Com