Sometimes you speak to me in whispered tones
In the rustle of gentle breezes on summer days!
Then I hear your delicate voice in birdsongs
Vibrant, lilting tones that warm my heart!
Your fragrant perfume fills the air
Teasing my senses beyond ecstasy!
Roses, lilacs, musky scents pooled
Into unique and enchanting cologne!
Designer attire forever compliments your image.
Colours and fabrics blended into magnificent couture!
Changing seasons testaments to your versatility…
You are always splendid in your gowns!
My eyes are blinded by your brilliance!
Senses intoxicated by your heavenly bouquets!
All that you are I revere!
Mother Nature…goddess abused!
© Annabel Sheila
JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Always,
Deborah
Regis
Your friend, Mark
Nicely done! You have made spring come alive on these pages.
I feel I was in that garden!
fee
Peace and Love
Tony
Blessings, xx
Christine
I am no longer astounded by our abuse, but I am extremely saddened by it, and I very sadly don't see our massive abuse ending any time soon. If only more could see through eyes like yours.