Don't Grow

The dirt between your toes,

from where God only knows.

The white atop your head,

flips from a fluffy bed.

The sweetness of your smile,

that must last awhile.

And your heart so clean,

where love is only seen.

The glitter in your eye,

where in you tell a lie.

A hopeful light of glee,

until we say goodbye.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A beautiful poem. The good description brought to life good visions and nice journey in the possibilities of love. Ending made the poem realistic. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote