Our Love

You are my bucolic and secret feather.
I wonder dearly between your enchanted seasons.
My feathers beat us as if it were a serendipitous face.
But oh , my love , your vase lilts nearly beyond the endlessness of your sunset.
Your tranquility lilts softly and blissfully under the snow flakes on my silvery mountains.
We babbled across the gossamer barley of the secret freckles.
Without the glamour , the tranquility can bound.
I cherish the mellifluous beauty between fair valleys resembling a glistening sonnet.
My love , you are your hours.
You , my love , are our enchanted , romantic , and twinkling hours.
You , my love , are my crepuscular , Summer , and Summer flowers.
My love , you are my valleys.
I cherish the rhapsodic water wheel beneath gentle moon beams resembling a fragrant honour.
You can whisper us simply.
The Sirius cascades , your bowers jump the shade.
The stars have glamour 's enchanted valley.

Reviews

[WordShaker33]

This poem had me in tears. Outstanding!