Mignonne, you are at the center of my imagination,
The woman in the heart of my sensations.
I imagine and I tremble like a bulrush in springtime.
You are the singing swallow that awakens me at sunrise.
You are the plant that I sprinkle to harvest exquisite roses,
Control, beautify, and soothe the bad and gloomy weather.
I imagine sensual phrases and scenes of love,
When I see you strolling by the garden, around
The laurels. Darling, you are the most stunning season.
And I tremble afterward. You give me a thousand reasons
To love you, envy you, and adulate you until the end of time.
You are my all: winter, autumn, summer, and glorious spring.
Copyright © May 2017, Hebert Logerie, All rights reserved
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
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