In this meadow of cool, long wild grasses
With bright spring flowers bursting with color
The sweet smells of young nature
The soft breeze that ripples past the curled locks of my hair
Let’s pretend that you’re the god of love
While I am the common girl
Who has captured your heart completely unaware.
Let us drink sweet wine during the dark night hours
Before sharing that one, first kiss that will last a lifetime –
I promise you, I will reluctantly keep my eyes closed
As you promise to stay with me each night –
I will not peek,
Least the spell be broken and you flee from me
Taking all that is yours with you,
Leaving me alone and broken hearted.
(c) Susan Morgan Bosler
August 21, 2012, All rights reserved.