The sun is your timepiece,
The moon, your hourglass
I cannot see your love
I feel your love
I cannot touch your love nor
Live without your love
As I draw closer to you
I begin to understand love.
AHHHH...! ANDY, I BEG TO DIFFER, 'THIS' KIND OF LOVE...YOU CAN TOUCH. IT DOES NOT COME OVER NIGHT BUT OVER A PERIOD OF TIME. IT ENVELOPES, SATURATES AND YOU BECOME 'ONE' WITH IT. AND, IF YOU ARE WISE, YOU HOLD ONTO IT...AND 'NEVER' LET IT GO! DONE SO WELL AND ENJOYED. THANK YOU FOR SAVING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Rose
lovely sentiment, enjoyed reading your poem
never stop writing!
m
Love ya!
Jane
Regis
Ron