Looking into my Beloved’s Eyes

On a humble air of this early morning, bird’s flair in song and dance through honeysuckle vines…I love to hear them sing. I witness this veil of natural accord, embracing the cusp of Spring. Why, even sweet buds arrive upon the fruit trees of plum nectar, and the white flowers begin to show their passion for love’s new taste. Within the seasons for this atmospheric … Continue reading Looking into my Beloved’s Eyes