Exhale
In the peak of twilight's finest hour
I look into your eyes
I look into your eyes
I see your heart
A picture of you and I
My heart starts to soar
Then you smile
Your skin crinkles around those soulful brown eyes
The window to your soul lights up
You touch my face with a gentle caress
The power I feel from your finger tips
Revives my nerves
You lay your head on my breast
A picture of you and I
My heart starts to soar
Then you smile
Your skin crinkles around those soulful brown eyes
The window to your soul lights up
You touch my face with a gentle caress
The power I feel from your finger tips
Revives my nerves
You lay your head on my breast
You exhale.
This, a picturesque vision of love
Is a feeling indescribable
Yet, I know this feeling will last
Forever and Always
Finally, I look at your sleeping face
This, a picturesque vision of love
Is a feeling indescribable
Yet, I know this feeling will last
Forever and Always
Finally, I look at your sleeping face
In the light of early dawn
I see your lips softly part
Together, we exhale.
I see your lips softly part
Together, we exhale.
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There Once Was A Poet by Spatulas on Parade
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National Poetry Month by The Bergham Chronicles

Beautiful, Sarah, the true essence of life. And a great tribute to National Poetry Month!
ReplyDeleteSo, so beautiful. Love it. Thank you for sharing. <3
ReplyDeleteLove it! Makes me all warm inside :)
ReplyDeleteDawn aka Spatulas On Parade
Warms my heart. Perfection.
ReplyDeleteGreat job, you managed to capture the innocence of childhood and describe it perfectly.
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