At noon, midday, afternoon,
and in the morning.

Blushing pink,
with due drops glistening
like fragile tears
waiting the coming of morning.

Soon their kisses will leave a mark,
a lingering heartbeat
perfumed the air,
leaving no doubt of
I love yous.

Loving like the flowers do,
midday, afternoon, and midnight.

Like falling stars at your feet,
lay their lives down
upon the cold concrete;
For no weeds grow,
where love grows.

© By Amanda D Shelton


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