All those close to me are closer still
The soft kiss of winters frigid lips
Bring me more then a first loves fill
The sweet aroma of my loves hair
Burns my sinus, traveled through dry air
The quiet grunt of a child sleeping
Reminds me who I am keeping
The morning breaks and brightness falls
All that was dark turns into walls
The once cold airy night
Turned into warm and glowing light
I think a two syllable word would sound better in place of "love's".
ReplyDeleteMaybe "lover's", or use her first name?
Although, I'm not much of a poet...
perhaps...
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