The warming sunshine on my back
And a light breeze blowing my gold hair
I sit on a bridge over a cool crystal stream
My feet explore the shiny rocks below
His protecting arms around me tight
To keep all harm from finding me here
He leans over and kiss me softly
As I watch and listen to the scene unfold
Upon a lush tree near the sparkling waters edge
A little sparrow chirps its enlightening song
And a colorful butterfly flutters its wings
As it enjoys the nectar of a flower nearby
We begin to walk the waters edge, hand in hand
Occasionally splashing each others legs
We never speak, letting the words of our hearts
Speak aloud through the air and the stream
Before I realize it the sun has slipped away
Lighting the horizon with oranges and pinks
We lay down in a lush, green meadow
And watch a whitetail deer and a fawn
As they nibble at the tender blades of grass
Before returning to the safety of the forest.
I roll to my back to see the stars appear
To watch over the world as it drifts asleep
The full moon joins the stars in the sky
As I curl up next to my lovers side
We enjoy one last embrace and a soft kiss
Before I settle my head on his chest
And listen to his soft heartbeat to relax
Then we fall asleep under the glowing stars
Pure romanticism. I think this is one of the most complete and vivid descriptive writings I have ever read in this context. There are a lot of people who might try to write something like this, but they would certainly fail to include all that you did. Just wonderful. GW62
Very nicely done Britney and the imagery took me back a few years. You wove a good story with your poem and placed the reader right there. I noticed a couple typos in S2 - L1 & L4. I'll let you catch them. Nice work young lady. T.L.
You have selected glorious words to write a simply beautiful poem. I was entranced how many wonderful images you captured and it was fuzzy and warm. So very well done! 10 Karin Anderson
The poem has wonderful imagery A beautiful and warming poem. Excellent work
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely imagery painted lines, shine from the page like a summers day.