a doorway
framed in roses
it is your face
framed with hair
as i walk in
birds chirp
as your voice
would say my name
the willow leaves
caress my shoulders
they are your fingers
telling me you care
i see the sun
setting over the hedge
like your eyes
closing with sleep

11/19/2007

Author's Note: imagine that, another poem of mine about a girl! who'da thunk it!

Posted on 12/13/2007
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