Soft napkin sighsA Poem by Deborah Shepard Vesper we with likeness of one soul
And stillness be so very close in eyes lull
So I could love thee forever could be with you my darling
There is but one feather soul to match ours
I can still feel the breathe my darling
The sonnets of love you bring each teatime
I seat myself awaiting them darling
You are sutra that they exist in my soul
Not a woman could exist with you by her side
You are but the poet who sings to me
I am but the paper who waits the ink
You bring my everything in quill
I await each word as you are story teller gold
Farewell my love as the day is breaking
I shall await your stars again, enlightening
Soft napkins sighs
written in love to he , my angel
© 2008 Deborah Shepard |
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