Between the Lines
I press these words to my heart
knowing what good it would do.
A year's words, mere thoughts
on a June day, missing you.
The Lilies bloom, leaning my way.
The tallest of ever, a gift on this day.
Sharing their beauty, a morning's surprise.
As I walk their attention, with these hazel eyes.
I have come this far, the year's ending for me.
Too much left behind, a future's "will see".
So press these words to my heart,
for I believe in true love.
A year's words, mere thoughts,
Lilies blossoming, thereof.
couldn't resist showing how beautiful they are this year...
"Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more, it is willing to see less."