Summer's afternoon, soft as rose petals,
throws light across her eyes; cool blue jewels,
and conversation sparkles while the night,
inches quietly towards our respite.
Tomorrow's contemplation shall not sigh
as here we capture the present's wild cry,
fold it into warm sheets of harmony,
then wander gorgeous laughter, bold and free.
Soon, we'll leave behind this romantic place,
but first, I feel the urge to kiss her face,
such lips, as moist as any blossomed dawn,
speak silently while we enjoy this lawn.
And wondrous time's fine flow sets us aglow,
cheese and wine devoured, it's time to go,
a beautiful day has been bright with love,
we've breathed in scents whilst Heaven danced above.










































That fragrance you have experienced was put there by a cow and the moistness is something else the cow did and the wild cry you mention is your lady love stepping into what the cow did. 

I put a cake there in case you might be hungry and that is your reward for writing this poem.

I do hope you write a lot more poems like this one, using the same words, only in a different order. 

You always make me glad when I read your poems and you did it AGAIN! 
An extremely lovely poem. 

Your Faerie




























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