To reap your love
A poem made of fragments of emotions
A collection of memories, a harvest of emotions
Taken from moments of love and devotion
Our first kiss, the first time you took my hand
And held it tight, so that I would not misunderstand!
I reap love, every time I picture your face
Every time I recall the sensation of being in your arms
It takes me to another place
Where you gather me in, and my heart it calms
A cull of feelings, being weird
Letting me stroke and kiss your beard
Collecting things that you've given me
Gifts, time, precious energy
Drawing faces on eggs and corks
A cornucopia of experiences, from drives to walks
We don't yield often, it means a lot when we do
And I want to return an abundance of love to you
Garnering kindness, shelter from the storm
I know in your golden fields I will always keep warm
About the Creator
Karen Cave
A mum, a friend to many and I love to explore dark themes and taboos in my writing.
Hope you enjoy! I appreciate all likes, comments - and please share if you'd like more people to see my work.
Karen x
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