Fresh like sparkling virgin snow
on a pristine winter’s morn.
Bright like the rays of golden sun
that warm a frigid day.
Vast as the deepest midnight sky,
splashed by innumerable stars.
Glowing like the eager eyes of a bride,
standing before her groom.
So too is the dawn of married love,
fresh,
bright,
vast,
glowing,
A time of hope…
A time of promise…
A time to forget…
A time to…
Michelle Close Mills ©
Love,
CJ
Love is wonderful.
Love is like a flower of spring
that always needs mournishing.
Sandie May Angel a.k.a. Sandie Angel :o)
that awesome and unforgettable moment when one steps or floats 'over the threshhold', you chose the perfect way to illustrate it. B r a v a !!! 'Pea' <3
"Love has a different tune: I love you, therefore you are free to do as you wish. My love says you cannot do any wrong in my sight. My love says you cannot hurt me for it would not wish to make you responsible for the way I feel. My love says I am here for you if you want me, or I can be gone if that is what you wish. My love does not depend on your performance to exist - it depends entirely on a choice I make, moment by moment. My love accepts that you may even come to hate me for what I am and it is strong enough not to compromise itself to please you. My love cannot be manipulated. My capacity to love is infinite and is not bound by your feelings or desires."
Thank you for sharing your poem, Michelle. Love and peace to you my friend,
Regis
Felix
CJ
Breathtaking pic...love it to pieces!!
Time to.....whooooo-heeeee!!
Love Tinka :P
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
I was going to say "love," too. Beautiful, beautiful write, ripe with glowing passion. Good on you, excellent!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Take care,
Sherry