Simple Perfection

August 3, 2010

Your eyes
the vibrancy of the leaves
in late spring.

Your presence
the flight
of the newly risen butterfly,
first sight,
first flight.

Your beauty
the glory of Nature
forever shown

Your fingers
touch my heart,
my soul,
my essence...

Your love heals me.

Your love makes me smile.

and out.

Type: Poetry

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