When
    It
     Comes
       To
    Love
Literally
        I
Propose
      The
Kind
      Of
     Intimacy
So
               Flawlessly
                               Glamorous
                       Even
                              Poetry 
                          ­    Cannot
                       Describe.

.
The larks playing on a summer breeze,
and finches darting in betwixt the trees,
my mind is enthralled by what it sees.

A lark lands on my shoulder,
and it sang to me a secret,
I would love to tell it to you,
but I promised I would keep it.


© Pagan Paul (15/08/18)