Sunday, June 26, 2016

Morning near Velleron *

You are like morning to me,
Blooming poppies and the meadows
You all bring to me,
And the more I look at you,
I wonder more, how beauty is there
Spread for us only to admire and
Behold, how I get swayed by the breeze
Of summer as it blows,

You are like a new day to me,
Arriving with scent of flowers
And a wonderous scene ,
The more I feel you
The more I make out what makes life
And see, how I think of you and me
As joined by Love Divine.

(*Note: loosely based upon a painting as attached, taken from 'Postcard from Provence' series)

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