A love poem
to shake the masses
awaken the soul
Dormant for many phases
of many moons
this feeling
of revival
Hope renewed
I can't say why
except
The laugh
the flip of the hand
that sparkle in the eye
root beer barrel
like tasting my childhood
The lift of the voice
the warmth of a word
the promise of a pure love
poem
Feb 23, 2012
Feb 23, 2012 at 3:14 AM UTC
A love poem
to shake the masses
awaken the soul
Dormant for many phases
of many moons
this feeling
of revival
Hope renewed
I can't say why
except
The laugh
the flip of the hand
that sparkle in the eye
root beer barrel
like tasting my childhood
The lift of the voice
the warmth of a word
the promise of a pure love
poem