A poem for Rebecca


I wonder could you be more loved

than in the sunlit Spring,

with sunrise creeping up to you

and sparking you to sing.

When sunbeams wander through your hair

and lighten its soft strands,

leaving traces in your smile

and gentle, soothing hands.

I can speak but to your eyes,

that melt me in a glance.

Teach my soul to seek what warmth

and with it love to chance.

For all my words are never enough

and all my looks can’t say

How beautifully and preciously,

you’re loved this springtime day.

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