A Thought For Her
Little hurts of inattention
Breed flights of fear and misconception
Fruition of no return sours into lonely vintage
Ere before the close of day
Give voice to the flower that defines
Tell her you love her and she is on your mind
Make her feel wanted in a roguish fashion
Endeavor with gusto when she needs passion
Give her laughter Give her your time
Watch a sweet sunset
Toast her with wine
For is she not your maiden fair
What use is life without her there?
© poem , image Michael Garland 09/09/2016
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