Heaven touched my face and lips,
as dew in gentle spirits kiss.
It rushed these Petals here for bliss
that I may feel Soul of such Wish.
Only in the gentle midst
Of sacred gather in such mists,
would I come to find the hush
that follows love’s first sacred rush.
That and all born tender such…
as Heaven finds my Heart’s Love’s Touch,
is Wondrous, Kind and dear to the tips
of Soul met parts of this Heart, due kissed.
©2012 Linda Willows
Photograph by Esteban Rios