I compete not for love and attention

When I’m already gifted the fragrance

Of a pale wild rose calling to my heart

Bearing sweet droplets on silk petals

That degust of honey upon my own tongue

Melding nectar in my souls’ whispers

I only dare to utter her name as…my love


Poet of the Light © 2018




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