Saturday, June 23, 2012

To you a poem

On banks of flowers sings our love
it taries not for doubt
It sails on wings of utter trust
and will not muffle out
Your touch like one so gentle soft
your breath my soft caress
You are the one my heart enfolds
with fondness all about
Our love it rests and plays a tune
the music all can hear.
Its sounds like one from heaven sent
such joy beyond all ruin.
To you I pledge my utter most
to you I cling so near
A bank of flowers is our love
without one sour note.

- Trish 2012


  1. So beautiful, Trish. Reading your poem was a great way to start my Saturday.

  2. Wonderful Trish--the subject of your poem is such a blessed person :)