Quote : Let it be love that clings to my summer vine
let it be love that opens me, time after time
Like a flower in the garden of hope I bloomed
pushed out of the earth by the heat of your hand
Like a seedling pressed inside secret soil
I peaked, in the season of love...
I've found it's not what we have in life, but who we have in life. A loving friend (or soulmate) is one who overlooks your broken fence and admires the flowers in your garden. A lovely insight Vienna. Peace.... r
Note: Since my husband's cancer surgery 4/25/05, this book content has been integrated into the public speaking content for audiences interested in a sassy approach to personal and/or community awareness events. Another chapbook on intimate love poet
Sandie
"I peaked, in the season of love."
Now I have a new goal!