This is a poem dedicated to my Boyfriend David...I wrote this after I read a few of Pablo Neruda's Love Sonnets.

Your hands are glazed, love

What's wrong?

Your heart sounds as a boxed drum

The box being you, the box being the gift of my heart; my revival.

Seasons have come and gone, my vibrant revival not ever of the waning.

My tears are the snow; the frosty of the frosty; they do not exsist

The blooms of spring evident on your lips; full bloom at last!

The Summer sun is always in your bluebird eye

The green leaves of Spring and Summer give in to Autumn; I do not, Spring and Summer always on my pale, rosy tounge.

Your boyfriend is very lucky to have you. Beautiful poem[smile]

Talent, sheer talent.

thank you for your kind comments!

BB!