The Love Of One
Should I boast of the berries that you fed me while I lay upon your chest?
Should I boast of the time I searched you out to know your wonders?
I found you amongst the lilies of the valley
Should I boast of how you lead me by my hand through the misty forest?
The Plush dew grass that wet my feet, how the wind blew through my dress;
How about the fragrance of your love as we toiled in your secret place?
Should I tell of all the secrets you whispered as you kissed me on my ears?
My heart beat as the beating of a drum
My breath as the music of a violin
My skin smooth as the oil from your olive press
I’ve followed no other as I have followed you
My heart continuously long to be in your place
My hair wet with the dew of the grass
My soul felt wrapped in satin
My eyes were as mirrors, I seen you only
Come close, and stay me till the morning I leave not till you are through
You are comely as the willow tree
You hid me within your foliage
You brushed against my flesh to remind me you were there
Calling come away with me, don’t leave until I am through
Look up into the sun as you lay upon the dew
I will tell you of my love for you, and sing the whole night through
Watch as the sun transform into stars, that I will number just for you
Still away with me my love, stay the whole night through
Taste the nectar come morning of butterfly kiss
Your face shined golden bronze from the pollen of the honey bees
And your love as honey too
This is my secret place
My love I have for you
Come away I call to you
And stay until I’m through. ©Sharon Smith 4/3/12