As mornings cool, I think about your love.
I didn't know it in your greenest days,
When warm and young, the year awoke in you,
A whole new life emerging from the dark,
Into the spring -- discovery and growth --
A verdure ready for the summer blaze,
That brought with it a wilting of desire,
Even as love began its slow retreat.
And when I came, the summer still in view,
The color shift began; the red, the gold,
A mist upon the lake of my regard,
The gift of you, as you revealed yourself --
And love like none I ever thought I'd know,
Touched me with colors, setting us
Aglow
She loves these mornings by the lake
Before the noisy day begins;
When every sip of tea,
And breath she takes,
And secret smile
Are precious
Wins
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very well written
I’d love to live by that lake. So peaceful.