Vesper we with likeness of one soul
And stillness be so very close in eyes lull
So I could love thee forever could be with you my darling
There is but one feather soul to match ours
I can still feel the breathe my darling
The sonnets of love you bring each tea time
I seat myself awaiting them darling
You are sutra that they exist in my soul
Not a woman could feel as I , fullfilled
You are but the poet who sings to me, each night
I am but the paper who waits the hearts ink
You bring my everything in quill
I await each word as you are story teller gold
Farewell my love as the day is breaking
I shall await your stars again, enlightening
Written each day, soft napkins sighs
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Deborah Shepard is a published author, poet and writer whose poems tell a story of dreams we have and the beauty of traveling in them to give us belief, hope, and life. Deborah s.. more..