Poem for her 475

Dear Readers,



Spring stars


The nights are getting warmer
The flowers scent the air
The dusk breezes not so cold
The stars shine in the sky
Your hands inside my coat
The look of you close
Your lips tender in the dark
The night stars in your eyes
The disk of the moon sliver
The edges of the night soft
There you are in the shadow
Of the trees out here
Your lips softly say
Kiss me again love
Kiss me again

And I do


Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles.