Season of love

Posted by Claudia Moser on 8:26 PM in , , , ,

Under the love spell
I fade away so easily
In silence, I dream

Your blue blue eyes
And green, as deep spring
Locked me so tight!

Oh thousand thoughts
Hold all seasons in one dream
Yes, yours and my love ...

I embrace you tight
Floating in your words
Summer of love behind

No winter heart
Just deep autumn ahead
You are mine, just mine.

P.S. This is an entry done under the inspiration of the "Time of the Season" by the Zombies from this week's BFF 121 theme.



I hope your husband is making steady progress, Claudia and that you are coping better than you'd felt possible. My thoughts are with you!

@Desiree - thank you so much for your words. He is slowly progressing but it is progress and that counts!

Beautiful poem, Claudia. I am glad he is progressing towards health.

That poem is beautiful. Is it yours Claudia?

Best wishes, as always, to Peter.

Hi Claudia. First of all, I am so glad to see that Peter is making progress. Slowly but surely! It's really knocked him for six though, whatever it was, hasn't it?! He'll be glad to be home again I'm sure. Lovely poem and I was going to ask the same question. Did you write it yourself??

@Belle - yes, the fever is finally gone! So happy for him!
@Sarah - yes, it is mine, I was very much inspired! And thank you for the wishes!
@Diane - yes, slowly but surely. And yes, I did write it :)

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