Spring's love spoke to me.
Eye's were closed feeling free.
Little did I know about love.
A very sweet voice like a dove.
Winds filled my shaken sails.
Up came my spirit, foamy ale.
Crazy it did seem open rhyme.
A mellow odor, with floating time.
Full ablaze upon waves of emotion.
A soft part came, her devotion.
A ship for life, more sail.
Beyond the horizon life does wail.
from my poem book - DREAMS