Reach out my love and own sky,
these moments they will not last.
The hand of time you’ll not defy
for the hour will come to pass.
~
Posture perfect with head held high,
as an individual of your kind.
With musky perfume lingering still,
you leave an essence behind.
~
Deep love inside will not decay,
with a passion so clear to all.
Take this moment and rejoice in life,
before the petals begin to fall.
~
so beutyfull.You beutyfully defined life
LikeLike
Thank you 🙂
LikeLike
What a poem! Wonderfully written!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, lovely of you to say 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person