My Love Poem by Ravi Kopra

My Love



Hand in hand when
I walk with her in the garden

I do not look at the flowers
I do not look for their fragrance

I feel my flower in my hand
Her presence fragrance to me

The skies open up, clouds disperse
The moon shines brightly

And in the distance I hear
the doves coo-cooing

I lose myself in her
Joyous bliss dawns upon me.

Sunday, March 11, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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