you are the stars
that brighten my night sky,
the river that cuts
through my barren desert,
the warm rain that falls
on my thirsting fields.
your freckles are constellations
i could tell stories about for centuries.
you are the stars
that brighten my night sky,
the river that cuts
through my barren desert,
the warm rain that falls
on my thirsting fields.
your freckles are constellations
i could tell stories about for centuries.
Short and sweet! Great last two lines.
I agree with Allison. Those last two lines are just adorable! A very nice poem.
Sometimes a simple love poem does so much!
Love human, of nature, of the unmeasured, impossible, imbrobable expanses…