Poem for her 835

Dear Readers,


The morning Savor

There is this flavor I like
The taste always wonderful
Savor it like always
Never seems the same
Always wonderful
There it is
Standing
Barefoot
In front of me
Hi Babe,
I say
She smiles
That flavor of her
The smile
The sound
The savor
Oh so sweet
That flavor I like

Happy Birthday Babe,

Charles