Love's Serenade

Forty word poem:

My eyes glance through old love letters
from you to me, before vows were made.
A magical find... I was obviously blind to
how you adored me, 'twas no masquerade
for your words reappear in a poem of
'Love's Serenade'.

by Joyce Hemsley

Comments (2)

Sheer magic. It is indeed every nature lover's delight.
The poem provides perfection to the picture- par excellence. Thank you, Marilyn. My little friends look up at me With their sad little wintery heads.