some flowers of the meadow bloom later than all the others
and some seeds lay dormant longer to await their perfect time
your fullness will happen no matter what wait you think too long.

Autumn is here,  your morning light, the glow on your face is out of sight.

I’ll take your hand, you take me there, I’d follow your beauty anywhere.

Craving your touch, breath on my skin, your tender whispers inviting me in.

Lost in flight, seat of my pants, these feelings can't be purely by chance.

This must be love, it all feels right,   your smiles my beacon when days fade to night.


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You strengthen me
Stretch me tall in fond pursuit
And call my waking trees to move with subtle hints

Familiar as the folding sound
Between quiet rustling parchment leaves
Becoming new our newest sounds as an inkwell drawn

Like a sunlit jewel your dulcet glow
Is stumbling down a penciled path of painted memory
Colored by every season anew with the hues of you

Don’t cry when I am no more seen, my felicity
It was always and with you in mind
That you made me want to try

Early in the morning when the sun rises.
Early in the evening when the sun sets.
Even when you go to the beach today.
You see the works of the Lord's hands.
While walking through an beautiful forest.
While jogging in an nature park as well.
Checking out an hothouse to buy roses.
You see the works of the Lord's hands.
For the Lord hand's has created everything.
From the people, the landscape, to the flowers.
For he has spoke everything into existence.
He is the creator of everything that was put here.