The Classical Whisper
The tree is breezy you will come I know
The jasmine wind is waiting to greet you
The hands of the clock moving very slow
On the rose shaft sits the shining pink dew
The clouds have made the avenue so that
You can with the roses intact walk down
On the grass the glow worms at their love chat
Do get some light from them in the blue gown
The box I have left scented for the lips
The sparks I have all saved for the lightnings
That will set free the thousands of blue ships
Leading to the waves of stings and bitings
There you come it would be a scarlet coup
With the classical whisper I love you
The rose buds loosening with the red hue
Reciting in the fragrance I love you
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April 4, 2018
Love Poem - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Heidi Sands
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