That halcyon of your lissome love drew me:
In those dreamy portraits where your pastels,
Defined me, my eyes and my eternal love.....
Over your hands........
Our diaphanous bungalow was,
A cynosure of affections and your ephemeral elixir echoes over daisies.....🌼


My love, I am beleaguered now,
Weak enough to brood about you,
Over those dead, shading daisies......
Your ...