My Dear

A love Peom

 My dear,

Come sit here.

So I may hear

  The beautiful song

Of the birds that is 

Your Voice.Now let me

Braid my fingers through  your hair, as

We stare locked in each

Other's sight.

 

And even now

As I swripe the sweat

from my brow, you

Bow and smile.

All the while

I sit idle

And think

Though my muscles,

May ache but my heart

Never will, I get

The trill of having you

Right  here my dear!