Love Called To You And I Poem by david lessard

Love called to you and I,
not at first sight,
but on a warm summer's night,
as we watched the sun sinking,
in the western sky.

Love called to you and I,
as we stood and made small talk,
as we shared a short and quiet walk,
As we sat on silent swings,
and tried to keep from being shy.

Love called to you and I,
as we met in an embrace,
as my lips, first met your face,
as our hands found each other
and the momnets passed us by.

Love called to you and I,
and we pressed it to our heart,
and we vowed to never part,
and we sleep in peace, on
wings of joy that fly.