Passion's promise is sweet,
nectar to the heart,
springing from love's vine.
Oh, be be lost in such bliss!
Tender kisses, like morning dew
plant themselves on honey skin,
where breathless whispers
speak the language of love.
Oh, to be lost in springtime
clinging to passion's vine,
like honeysuckle
sweetly scenting the air.
Come, let us drink
of passion's sweet wine...
lost in the warmth,
clinging to love so fair.
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nice, keep writing
Wonderfully romantice
Another lovely creation. Write on.
Wonderful, absolutely wonderful work, Cheryl.
thanks!
as always I love it
Beautiful work my friend!
Thats really nice.
Simply Beautiful
THANKS FOR SHARING
Lovely Cheryl.
Beautiful Cheryl.
That is such a lovely poem Cheryl... :) Thank you so much for sharing!
Love is beautiful. There is nothing in the world like it. You describe it so very well. Thank you for sharing.
I always enjoy your writing and this one is very beautiful...thank you for sharing.
This is absolutely delightful. That first burst of new love is so exciting!
a blossoming hunsuckle bush is wafting sweet smells just down the road from me
Tenderly expressed. A desire exists in everyone to feel like this... or should.
This one is so tenderly sweet. Alas, I keep requesting the key that never comes. Why does it not come?
This is another wonderful poem handled with sensitivity and intensity