Awakening to ecstasy
Smoldering embers give way to flame
Love bursts forth with spring’s first kiss
Angels dance breathlessly among glittering stars
Lily-white flowers fall gently on sun sparkled waters
So does love begin with such fancy fare
In the rise and fall of the moon so pale
and the wild horses mate with unseen abandon
The first flush that begins with a simple glance, or touch
It quickens the heart, and the blood races
It ripens slowly with every passing day
Deepening with every moment spent in each other’s arms.
Love begins with you and me.
Poem Rev. Donna Mulvey