Your voice is like clear water,
that dripped upon many stones,
in the mountain woods quiet and silent,
where stillness stood alone.
Your touch is like flowers
whose aromas invite
in the sanctuary of my garden,
where there’s quiet in the night.
Your gentleness is like balm,
that soothes an angry soul,
in the midst of the stormy sea,
where there was no control.
Your kisses are like lightning
making me tremble from head to toe,
unmatched by its distant thunder,
where rain clouds overflow.
Your love is like a growing fire,
slowly and surely taking aim,
into my heart it settled,
where it burns an eternal flame.
© Marcella Leff
U.S.A.
BIO:
Marcella Leff breathes poetry in N.Y.C. As the owner of several Facebook groups, she has started work with her fellow administrators to start a book anthology of members’ poems. Since her retirement, she has begun her own collection of love poems for publication. Concurrently, she is editing her international poetic-form poems to be used as a layman’s reference resource.
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