'Tis Love

Her face brightens
Within his shadow
The mere touch of the ebony
Brings crimson blooms to her cheeks.
Tis love, tis a wide-eyed wonder
As to why dreams are not reality
And tears can also flow over a smile.

A rainbow may not lead to riches
An owl is no wiser
Than the tiny rodent it devours
A silent tree is no stronger
Than the weeping, bending willow
And tomorrow is no closer
As yesterday recoils.

Place your head upon the pillow
Feel the gentle stroke of the silken threads
Close your eyes and rest
For the shadow will return
And the red will grow brighter
Upon your cheeks.



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Jayne Waggoner
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