How is Love Born
By Len Morgan
So you ask me, how our
love was born.
Like a poppy, in a sea of
corn.
Supernova, in the darkest
night.
Like a blind man,
regaining his sight,
it was sunshine in a
raging storm,
Like the quickening before
the dawn.
The scent of earth after a
shower,
heart beats like a drum,
slow, with power.
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Len Morgan
Love is a lovely subject to write about. A lovely poem!
ReplyDeleteShelley
A romantic at heart Len. I assume this was written for your wife and not the dogs!!
ReplyDeleteWritten at a quarter to one last night because I didn't have a poem to accompany your story Peter. "I'm a lousy poet & I know it!" But needs must...
ReplyDeleteDon't do yourself down Len, it might look simple but what Lady would not love this poem written for her?
ReplyDeletePS you look like a young Benny Hill in the photo.
That's a very cute, smiley young Len. 😊
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