Soft as the cobwebs that dance the vine.
Moist as the droplets that dew the rose.
Warm as the first taste of ruby red wine
Is love, which once planted sturdily grows.
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What beautifully written contrasting verses, Fay, and those wonderful final two lines were the icing on the cake! This is a gorgeous poem, and if you keep writing them like this, gentlemen, and perhaps some not gentlemanly, will be asking you for your address! Carl.
You've filled this up with so much rare magic. Quite a feat..(smile)
Fay, a lovely poem of love. Top marks and thanks for sharing this my friend. Hugs David
Fay, loved the title. The poem flowed like a sprinting stream. Beautiful piece of writing.10/10 Regards, Ian
Fay.. this is classic fay. quite amazing.