Little sips of love
leave me intoxicated.
Drunk on life and dreams.
Shake free the hibernation,
dance the sleep
out of your bones.
Join me in the summer sun.
For when the seasons turn
I want to feel your warmth.
Will you be with me
when the fog lifts, and the sky
empties of any darkness?
Will you be there
when the snow falls
in soft blanket drifts?
I wish for this,
and I place it in a kiss
thrown to the stars.
You bring a lightness to our land,
this peaceful sanctuary
of soliloquies and poetry,
and with just a brush of your hand
upon mine, I feel the wash
of a thousand raindrops
cleaning the dirt from our skin.
We call this thing, love...
But its more than
just a fleeting emotion,
a brief moment
of devotion followed by aeons
watching over ocean views.
It is in the bones, the atoms of the universe,
It sings for us, if we just listen.
It’s in the stars that glisten our names.
It’s in the way the rivers flow
and waves ripple over seas.
And if our seasons turn
as they so often do,
spring will
always keep us reborn,
summer will
be here whenever we need the sun.
Autumn will
share the scents and the golden light,
and winter will
blanket us with love.
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