Seeing I Poem by kwane Lamb

Your sweet scent…
Covers me…
Head to toe…

Without you…
I just don’t know…
Your scent…

Like the rising Sun…
Without your love…
Where would I run…

Like your mood…Things within me grow…
Forward and back again…
Your sweet scent has no end…

I could not take …
The pain …
If I could never see…
You again…

Rise my sweet beauty…
Let us share our duties…
Let me fly under your wing…

And look upon the earth…
From which we came…
And came…



whisperkwane
swtlamb@yahoo.com