Love Poem: Trace of Love
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Written by: Eve Roper

Trace of Love

My Yearning Love While I sit alone on this wooden bench where last we both sat My conscious mind reflects on the past The autumn light of day ripples through Amongst the baldachins between columns of the highest peaks, The cadence pulse of nature sounds flows through The tendrils of limbs and leaves play. I glance into the heavens with peacefulness For only a brief glimpse Feeling the tease of cool, crisp breeze against my face; And your presence summons by my yearning love For a trace of your soul’s faithful love and tenderness By: Eve Roper 8/30/2015