My Love

You are my true vision of a sweet storm
As wind soars to a whisper.
I dream of a symphony.
Moon and music
And pounding seas.
I smell rain as mist falls from you
We together shine with beauty
It is love.
A moment only to see roses.
My skin and breat ache enormously for you.
Flooding through me
There is light
There is light
Sky, life
Death.

by Betty Stewart

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