Dos Besos (A Brief Love Story) Comments

The morning sun warmed the dew from the opening rosebud; a bee visited the fragrant heart of the rose; the breeze tumbled a petal to the water, drifted the pale petal across the surface of the water. You surprised me gently. the best love story i've ever read! i salute you, sir...

The sun warmed the breeze tumbled and I was surprised to read such lovely poems thanks sir -10 anjali

Sir you write well...and i love the metaphor of memories like guided missiles..... but you have stopped commenting on my poems...i would love to hear from you once again

This poem speaks to me - I have been the girl on the other end of that gross intrusion of reality. 'but like a Houdini homing pigeon it came back, like a smart missile locked in on thought patterns it found the target, ' This imagery I especially like.