"If Sping had a face, it would be yours"
His face is like the warmest rays of summer,
beaming in upon me, on a gentle breeze
the icy winds of winter, melted with ease
the heart thawed, with the glow of his
tenderest touch, the soul, risen as if from
the dead, as he breathes his life giving breath
into this once stagnant existence!
Long ago, this mortal had frozen in time
walking the earth, as the undead, going
through endless motions, pointless
in their entirety, though a little good exuded
from within, to enjoin and tread the sod
Cosmic entities pitying the plight, smiled
and the light shone once again!
Now it burns brightly, since having ignited
with a vengeance, savouring each spoken word
and gesture, with a hope of unspeakable proportions,
life, teaming with adventure, excitement, challenges
to meet, to advance through, tangible love so real
it's taste, sweet as Honey in the mouth of one grateful
recipient, ne'er again to waste a moment.
His Smile is like the warmest rays of summer..
Ch'erie de Perrot
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Inspired by the face of love!