Musings on Life, Love, and Linguine-Poetry & Writing
My lips are the dew drenched rose yearning for the buzzing bee
to gather my words like pollen and make of them sweet honey
My eyes are the storm clouds burdened with the cleansing rain
longing to fall at last to feel the heat of your bright sun again
My fingers are tendrils of Morning Glory seeking a spot to cling
caressing those tender places entreating your desires to sing
My arms are the weeping willows surrounding you from above
a respite from the world, safe in the shelter of my forever love
©2021 Linda Lee Lyberg
Author’s Note: Happy Valentine’s Day to My Big Viking. I’ll love you forever!
Happy Valentines.<3
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Thank you- to you as well!
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❤
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A tender and gorgeous write.
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Thank you!
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You’ve brought a concept to beautiful fruition ❤
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Thank you Jade!
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Absolutely exquisite!
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Thank you!
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I especially like the closing couplet, with sheltering arms like weeping willows.
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Thank you Sherry!
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Nature can be so sensual.
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Yes it can. Thank you!
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Beautifully written and romantic
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Thank you!
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So beautiful. “My arms are the weeping willows surrounding you….” Love this.
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Thank you Sumana.
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Oh, I hope your Viking loves you forever!
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Thank you. So do I!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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