Infatuated by her fragrance...
And the apples of her cheeks
She drew him in as a moth to a flame;
In a garden-where only lovers arms embrace;
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Linda Maree, i thank you for your wonderful words. Glad you liked this.
I almost thought i felt a warm breeze upon my back with this poem. Beautiful
SO evocative and romantic, 'entwined in the emerald tendrils of grass.' It's beautiful here today. I need to go outside. And the line that 'summer is a never ending fire'....I like that too. Well done.