Morning Sonnet
A pleasant breeze waftsover meadows of purple clover
as the gossamer curtains
billow over me and my lover.
The sweet fragrance of morning
awakens our love's embrace.
My fingers trace his body
as his eager lips caress my face.
No words are ever spoken
as we move in harmony.
We dance to silent music
while our hearts compose a symphony.
Let's sing our song together.
Let's waltz to love forever!
Kathy Lockhart
5/5/06
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2006-05-05 at 16:25
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