I see a rosy blur
Of holly berries
And bird cherries…
Lovely as the setting sun.
I don’t take our love for granted-
But contend for what we have
In the battle for each day;
To be requited,
To win respect,
And in the end
Possess your love.
I see a rosy blur
Of holly berries
And bird cherries…
Lovely as the setting sun.
I don’t take our love for granted-
But contend for what we have
In the battle for each day;
To be requited,
To win respect,
And in the end
Possess your love.
"The battle for each day" - yes, it is a battle. All the ups and downs in life. And to be called as beautiful as a sunset must be the highest compliment. Your wife is lucky ;)
Thanks, Ginny, but I'm the lucky one :)
Hay colores de colores! De qué color es el cuerpo donde se agitan los sentimientos, las cara donde se acercan los sentimientos con pena, el sofoco de un placer terminado? Hay colores a veces, @johngeddes, que son placer , otros son llantos. Se va la este sábado largo!:)
Sí Nancy, así como hay colores en el cielo, también nuestro amado cambia de color con cada estado de ánimo
Enjoyed this poem. I like shorter poems such as this, no need for extras when the right words speak volumes.
thanks for your response
I like shotrt poems like this
Enjoyed :)
Thank you
your most welcome
well, Beautiful Composition. Once, I had taken love for granted and I still take that love for granted. The love of the source, I am very confident about its honesty. I used "it's"because the love I share with the source is Non-dimensional. We can never know whether to use his or her as the source of this beautiful creation is still unknown.
Well done, my friend and yes you are right "Human's Love can never be taken for granted"
Lots of love
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Nicely said, John.
thanks