Poems
Present Feeling
As we go on, this space in time,
A vintage ripens on the vine
Days before of discovery
Had their worth, their pure ecstasy
But the fine wine of love matures
Allows the heart to feel assured
Accents that priceless thing called trust
Now we rest inside what is "us".
I told you once when we were young
Love's youth gives way to what comes from
Experience, heart's enrichment,
The ying and yang does not relent.
Rich is the bouquet of your love,
Invades my senses like a drug.