her love
by Tim Kavi
her love
rides a swift horse
through the winter
she is here
like the first breath of spring
after the deadly winter
she brings hope
and promise
of a love
that is new life
tending to me
like a gardener
of love
her lips are red
her smile wide and white
her living giving eyes
reflects the grace
of her movements
she is a running woman
comes to me
and in her arms
I grow like a plant
with arms
outstretched
to the glowing sun.
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