Poetry is the language of the soul!
I thought I’d share a poem from my book of love poetry “Dawn’s Kiss” from which the title came. Enjoy and know that CUPID and APHRODITE are ever nigh for those who believe and hope for LOVE. Michael
Enfolded By Your Touch
The old me is dying.
The new me is being born.
You are such a gift to me.
Dawn’s kiss to the morn.
With outstretched arms
I embrace you in the sky.
We soar to a magical realm
where love never dies.
I am lost in your gaze.
Such spinning of my mind.
You awaken my heart and spirit.
with your tender touch so kind.
Time has tossed me about
on stormy seas so much.
He can no longer reach me.
I am enfolded by your touch.
