With my hand, laid gently
on your breast,
I draw the strength from
your body.
Your thoughts, become my thoughts,
your moods, my moods,
as we become one.
One being, coupled together,
through loves own passion.
A short lived, fleeting moment,
much too brief.
Loves ardor, now gone,
for the moment.

I have lost her now,
it is what I see.
Lost the brightness in here eyes
Now she has lost her memory.
Her memory of the life of ours,
remembering nothing of before;
where we lived and much more.
I worry as our life is not the same
knowing now she remembers my name.
At least she knows on this day,
uncertain how long it will stay.

Azaleas, so pretty to see.
Are you a plant
or a miniature tree?

A frosty morning
Flowered buds all closed
Opening with the Sun