Of Your Nature
A song is sung, when I see your face,
Your laughter a silver delight.
Hair on your head a shadowed lace,
A symphony of form inspiring my fight.
And to know you are in the world,
On its top, its crown so bright,
Leaves my heart aflutter and twirled,
filled with your honey, framed in might.
Nature's curves, in forests, hill and man
could learn of softness from you,
for your deft touch envies the silkiest sand,
your early whispers bring the morning dew.
Every place your foot does fall, spring-summer fills,
And every place your gaze does grace, jubilee spills.
2012 July, Moira G Gallaga©
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