It’s a funny thing that happens
When I see those swirls and lines
Arranged in perfect order
Unmistakably defined
Into a palpitation
Pressing hard against my thought
As I trace each curve
Each pulse, each nerve
Each heart-lurch in each jot
And I feel it softly brush me
With a tender-whispered smile
As I let its beauty crush me
For a splendid little while
And I murmur warm endearments
Into an ethereal frame
As I trace the curls and jots and swirls
Spelling with love…your name
Janet Martin~
Brings a smile to the face. Very nice. :)
ReplyDeleteAnything with a porch on it stops my truck. I just stopped out front to see what's under the Blog title. Jackpot! Lovely poem. Love the Blog Name too.
ReplyDeleteLove this....can feel it....have experienced it!
ReplyDeleteQuite a nice read...love the emotive quality you have crafted within it!
ReplyDelete"And I feel it softly brush me
ReplyDeleteWith a tender-whispered smile
As I let its beauty crush me
For a splendid little while"
Love this!! Such an elegantly written poem!