When you think of moments ago,
Of words said in silent whispers,
Empty shadows of one's soul.
Falling snow, upon frozen dew,
Sipping thyme tea most eloquently,
In darkness of the quivered quill.
Feelings of my endearing lass,
I cast my self on your eeriness,
With love, I confess my ever'ness.
Aura of my musing companion,
Sensing vibes, I confide,
Inclinations of my throbbing heart.
Scribing pages of your sureness,
Spring nears, a month soon now,
On bookmark, I caress happiness.
Chill thawing hanging prose,
Love warming my beating heart,
Even poets have feelings...I guess.
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