It might have started The first time I saw you Your demure smile brought delight The sun in my eyes were burning bright I squinted out into the yellow haze Little did I know love was about to ignite
In my brightly colored daze Driving the hay wagon down Past the shoreline of the bay Echoes of your giggles was louder than life And the sweet soft sunshine you wore Reflected off your face did ignite
I felt rise in me a flame burning bright Brighter than all the stars at night For all the day riding on the hay Never knowing what would happen today Waiting for that spark at night
On the beach sharing our passion Under all those burning stars Sparkled a bon fire when we kissed Our tongues like licking flames When we were burned with love
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
Love is like the passages of time; each day like a piece of wood placed on the fire. Enjoy the heat!
Chrissie, Fiona, Thank you very much... I wanted a theme about 'fire and love'...and riding the hay wagon presents a curious complexion in this one....I almost blew it up..haha
Comments (2)
Well done ! F