When my day
is done
and I've longed
for the sound
of your
voice
I find you
and see
Your eyes
is done
and I've longed
for the sound
of your
voice
I find you
and see
Your eyes
are
the
only
words
I hear
the
only
words
I hear
Writings of quirks, conundrums, and poetry; congruous to life's everyday experiences...and dilemmas.
What an exquisite love poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you Court! Happy to see you dropping in again.
ReplyDeleteSometimes simplicity is best. :)
Izzey