For Simon

Love: burgeoning, a smouldering ember.

Passion: a delight long forgotten, once more embraced.

Lover of mine, falling in love with you.

Happiness: a seed is planted, sprouts, grows shoots, strengthens, blossoms and flowers,

scattering pollen from dizzy heights of pure joy.

You lift my heart and make it sing.

Falling, falling, catch my heart, hold it close.

Enfold me, love me, darling boy, sweet.



◄ Colour

A Gift of Love ►


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