You are
The puckered kiss
Of lemonade
On an August afternoon
You are
The sunset
Watching me fall prey
To the same August moon
You are
Well-spent hours
On the telephone
Sweetly sighing
You are
The gilded lilies
In their valley-bed
Gently lying
I am
A love like a river
That drowns
The dreams of hope
You brave
The troubled waters
Daily
In your little love-boat
And when
My soul will leave me,
Unburdening
Its load
You are
The other end
Of my life's journey
To you
I am owed
Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 11:46 PM UTC
You are
The puckered kiss
Of lemonade
On an August afternoon
You are
The sunset
Watching me fall prey
To the same August moon
You are
Well-spent hours
On the telephone
Sweetly sighing
You are
The gilded lilies
In their valley-bed
Gently lying
I am
A love like a river
That drowns
The dreams of hope
You brave
The troubled waters
Daily
In your little love-boat
And when
My soul will leave me,
Unburdening
Its load
You are
The other end
Of my life's journey
To you
I am owed
