Kevin Michael Bloor

those days of winged wonder

The rose and the lily, the blue bell and daisy,
the days bathed in sunlight, all hallowed and hazy.
I loved them that summer when true love came calling,
laid by me, in long grass, in love with me falling.

The damp, diamond dew drops: her tears that I’ll treasure,
sweet sound of her laughter; her smile of pure pleasure.
The bright balm-filled breezes, the nectar from kisses:
my mouth, on this morning, so madly it misses.

The girl of my dreaming, in jeans, rarely dresses.
The touch of her fingertips, gentle caresses.
Her voice, in a whisper, like swish of the ocean.
Her kiss, breathing bliss, from her heart’s deep devotion.

The sound of sweet songbirds, in woods gently shaded.
The locks of my true love, by beauty all braided.
Those days of winged wonder I’ll yearn for forever.
From here to eternity, I’ll rue them never!

  • Author: Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 7th, 2022 04:12
  • Comment from author about the poem: ah, those dreamy days of first love!
  • Category: Love
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  • Accidental Poet

    A beautiful poem of love for your lady Kevin. You were so fortunate to have her by your side for so long. Expertly penned my friend. 😉

    • Kevin Michael Bloor

      Thanks, AP. As always, I truly appreciate your support.

    • Dove

      Beautiful, your poems are always a delight to read

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