Sunday mornings in your arms
by your side, underneath your shirt
your blue, blue shirt
I discover heaven's on earth
in your arms, between your eyes
your brown, brown eyes
Up and down my fingers go
tracing there, touching here
they go, they go, they go,go,go Hmm and I love you and I kiss you
for you love me and you kiss me
O, what a way, what a way
to spend the mornings of Sunday...
ABSOLUTELY TERRIFIC...DONE BEAUTIFULLY WITH PHRASES AND IMAGERY THAT DELIGHT AND MAKES ONE 'HAPPY' FOR THE MARVELOUS 'EFFECTS' OF LOVE. THANKS FOR SHARING AND BLESSINGS. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
My dear Bernice, you have captured the flavor of what's so special about sharing life with a loving partner. It's not only sharing your wild escapades at the amusement center or the rubber rafting in white-water rapids of a mountain river or scuba diving together in Jamaican waters that satisfy the soul and bind you to your soul mate with the cement of shared adventures. Equally important are the sharing of more mundane activities such as attending PTA meetings and church services and strolling along the beachfront at sunset. But what makes life truly sweet is to share the earned reward of quiet and unhurried times such as "Sunday Mornings By Your Side."
Sunday mornings at my house are rushed, trying to get 12 kids and 2 parents out the door to church... :~) But now, Sunday afternoons... quite the opposite, and I languish in the laziness of Sunday afternoons. ;)
Cryssa
Very light hearted but bright look into the window of your love and your bedroom to see the tenderness and soft sensuality of two in love. gotta love those lazy Sunday mornings when time stands still outside the doors.
hugs
fee
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Love it...and your use of color. Beautiful painted words.
Love you,
Auntie Cathy
Newfie hugs, Rose
What a warm and wonderfully insightful poem!
With love and respect,
Richard
Cryssa
Harold Matthew Nash
hugs
fee
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D