A fanatic is one who can't change his mind and won't change the subject. - Sir Winston Churchill

for betty

our love cleansed souls arose through mornings sunlit hues and shades of fresh clad trees sang out with calls and simple truths that came together as we moved above earth's complex turning hive and joined with you I knew that god is love how good it felt to be alive



© Pierre
2019-04-12

6 Comments

You have to be a registered user to be
able to post comments to poetry.

Register Today!


If you already have an account, log in to post a comment.





Please be patient while we go looking for comments...