Honey

Thursday, 3 July 2014

Poem;My soul.


My soul cries
across the blinking skies
to have that delight
when you were with me
day and night
your show, your sight
is height of glee
I feel  in your presence
my life's whole essence
fine and free
like a Honey bee
who only wants to see
rose beds and her fellow bee
I yearn for your company
on the shores of Love
like a gull or dove
enjoys to fly above !!