The gladiolas steal your glance
As you glance at me in second spring
Your smile awakens life in the meadow

The poppies lean toward your beauty
As they recognize your true nature
As you caress them your quiet whisper
Is the faint scent of lilies calling

A calm breeze touches the tall reeds
They listen to your love as embrace
The Earth remembers your creation
The Garden hears it with emotion

Today we live, we roam, we frolic,
We are poppies in the meadow.

01/11/2010

Posted on 01/11/2010
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