I breathe in your soul
Look out the window
Our eyes see all the wide world
Waving back at us
It tells such stories
Visiting exotic places
To tickle our minds
When I write of love
It makes my heart beat so fast
To have you with me
When I look at you
And dare to kiss your soft cheek
I breathe in your soul
Words are a blessing
There's such joy in poetry
Enriching our lives
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Indeed there is ...enrichment and joy !
ReplyDeleteI think at times it is our way to translate all that we take in. All those sensations and images, making it something we can hold in our hands.
ReplyDeleteIndeed words are a true blessing to each one of us.. allowing us to express our deepest heartfelt emotions. Beautifully captured :D
ReplyDeleteI agree with you that words are a blessing. Without them, I couldn't survive, and I doubt you could either.
ReplyDeleteAh yes indeed. Poetry enriches.
ReplyDeleteHave a nice Wednesday
Much love...
So true! Words are really a blessing. Lovely poem.
ReplyDeleteWords are indeed a blessing and poetry is pure joy, enriching us...beautifully put....
ReplyDelete...especially your poems. Great picture as well.
ReplyDeleteThank heavens for poetry, to capture those special moments forever, and leave a trail behind us for others to follow. Lovely, Robin.
ReplyDeleteWhat Sherry says. It is a blessing.
DeletePoetry is such a platform for expressing emotion ... I enjoyed this immensely.
ReplyDelete"Words are a blessing
ReplyDeleteThere's such joy in poetry
Enriching our lives" How true!! Your words sing, Robin, Fantastic piece.
Love how you've written a love poem here. Your words are indeed a blessing.
ReplyDeleteWow. What touches you and what you touch turns into a poetic journal beautifully!
ReplyDeleteJust beautiful.
ReplyDeleteYes, you have expressed it so well. Poetry does indeed enrich our lives. With both the writing AND the reading!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and so honest.
ReplyDeleteThere's such joy in poetry
ReplyDeleteEnriching our lives
Very true oldegg! Poetry leaves one in bewilderment of the beauty of language!
Hank
Your poem makes me feel that spring (and love) are eternal.
ReplyDeleteAhh what a glorious thing poetry does.
A beautiful love song!
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