For H/ from M...
-love means never having to say you are sorry-
Like the butterflies flitting
on Niz's flowery hill,
my dreams dance bravely
in the morning light.
An innocent kiss...a smile--
I'll never know, perhaps,
if he loves me to his toes
as I him,
but his laughing eyes seem
to say that he does.
Dislodge any doubt
that it matters.
Let all dark thoughts
drift lazily skyward
on a summer's breeze.
Hummers, buzz your wings like giant bees.
Come drink the nectar of our life-long love.
July 20, 1998
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Martha Agnes
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Your poem beautifully captures the dance of love and uncertainty with vivid imagery and heartfelt emotion. Enchanting!