Budding...
it is slowly unfolding its soft delicate petals
so virgin so pure and so charming
the sweet song of my delighted heart
My blissful love for you dear beloved!
Budding...
you have to be the poem yourself...
though a poet is a poem at first...
he or she itself is a poem
only in the company of beloved
like you yeah...a singing self I have...
and a singing heart.....and
so do a singing voice!
A great beginning
and also idea for a poet and object
subject of poetry you are
my dear sweet girl
Filled in my heart dearly sweet girl
Listen to your sweet voice
sweet and romantic
when the time ripens
let that be a song of your heart
up to eternity
And inspire me for ever
budding love in me
for you dear
fully blossomed
flower full of youth,
honey, love and romance
Grace and Bliss
My dear everything!
Budding in me
love for you
with serenity and silence
