I awake in Your Arms
My Tender Sun
Your Kiss bedecks me in fine dew
I awake to return this Kiss
My bloom breathing Your Rays
Good morning, Love
Upon You I sigh
With fragrance in waiting
Up it flies until I wither
Upon You I gaze
Though rooted in humus
Humilities deepen my offered pleas
My love song is born
Though no tune passes on
Air between us stays blissfully silent
My love song is short
For I’ll pass quickly
Finish the song as I sleep in Your Arms
Poetry