Isn't Lust More Kind Than Love? Comments

The young lady and her lover in their country clothes sneak up on a hill in an abandoned home in the back yard near a wall and an ancient oak tree vistas in the valley below magnificent, vast open spaces they look into each others' smiling eyes their hearts throb he sits on a rock while she leans in his lap her head resting on his knees her eyes closed in a bliss he gently hold her face and give her kisses of love the ivy on the wall and the anthuriums in the pot lean towards them and smile. -Inspired by a Julius Kronberg's painting PS: I am going to post the poem elsewhere at this site. Thanks to Arun for posting the painting here.