TOUCHED BY THE SUN

Put quite simple, a love poem to my lovely wife.

Touched by the sun, it was,

that smile upon your face,

honed by radiant sunbeams

from some other special place...

touched by some magic,

the light within your eyes,

glistening with beauty

when beauty never dies...

breathed on by the ages

your honest loving lips,

the truth inside you beating -

and it never, ever slips...

it's love, of course, my angel

in the grandest scheme of things

but it sometimes seems you've sprouted

a set of angel wings....

Reviews

[apersonfullofthoughts]

I loved this! I can feel the love you have for her and it made me smile the whole time I was reading it.

[Peter Rogerson]

Thanks so much for your generous words.