Loving you was a winter full of summer, and a pocket full of purple wildflowers.
Your smile was a warm breeze in late October, and your touch, the cool grass on bare feet.
Your kiss was the taste of raindrops on a July afternoon, and your voice the water that smooths the river rock.
You were childhood without the sting of the bee.
~B. Elizabeth G.
May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 10:58 PM UTC
Loving you was a winter full of summer, and a pocket full of purple wildflowers.
Your smile was a warm breeze in late October, and your touch, the cool grass on bare feet.
Your kiss was the taste of raindrops on a July afternoon, and your voice the water that smooths the river rock.
You were childhood without the sting of the bee.
~B. Elizabeth G.