To Be With Me

Take my hand

In yours

We won’t fly

But we’ll run

I can’t promise

Promised Lands

But I can give you bright suns

Bright stars and

Moons

No clouds and no

Gloom

And if lightning strikes

It’s from the sparks

In our room

Bang!

The kiss heard

‘round our world

The kind to

Make you tingle

And make my

Toes curl

Take both hands

Now

And we’ll soar

A love to rival

The loveliest

And all 

forever more

Reviews

[Simon Welsh]

Nicely written. I look forward to reading more of your poetry.

[Leindor]

Thank you!