The entry to Love gained my heart in a flush;
Simple, as blossom pulls all in warm rush.
No prayer to ask or reason why;
Just a tear, that forgoes all seasons gone by.
Hands quiver like feathers raised far and unseen.
Can it be that I Love- am I curled in a dream?
Tender the moment. Let sweetness last mine.
I am swelled, heart propelled into Love’s might divine.
©2012 Linda Willows