She
She is my flame, she is what ignites, what excites and delights me.
She is my silver shining river, she is my sun and moon, the tunes and words I want to sing.
Her hold is heaven.
She is my peace, my comfort, my faith and my hope.
She does not prohibit nor refuse; she sees wonder in all that is.
I fall 6 floors when she smiles, landing on upside down clouds....
<Deleted User> (13762)
Wed 3rd May 2017 09:33
Love that last line Laura. Welcome to WoL. Enjoyed your sample poem about Arran - a wealth of inspiration in that landscape for sure. Lots going on here so I hope you find time to explore and hang out. All the best, Colin.